"Phew."
A day later, Ye Lin sat alone in the residence and let out a deep breath of stale air.
Over the course of the day, dozens of Quasi-Saints had come one after another.
Their purpose had been clear: to fight for that single slot.
After wrangling with those Quasi-Saints for an entire day, he had ultimately agreed to none of them.
Ye Lin let out another deep breath and could not help rubbing his temples.
Dealing with those powerhouses was far too exhausting.
More importantly, every Quasi-Saint who had come had displayed extreme confidence.
That made it exceedingly difficult for Ye Lin to decide.
One or two would have been one thing, but every single one of them had been so confident.
It made Ye Lin greatly doubt the truth of their words.
Each of them had pounded their chests in guarantee, telling him to investigate them afterward.
"My head hurts."
Rubbing his head, Ye Lin rose and walked outside.
"If I really had to choose, these seniors still aren't what I had in mind."
Standing in the courtyard and gazing at the sun overhead, Ye Lin fell into deep thought.
If he truly had to choose, he did not want to pick any of them.
Because deep within his heart, he had a more suitable choice.
That was...
With a wave of his hand, an Identity Token appeared in Ye Lin's palm.
As his thoughts stirred, the token blossomed with countless rays of light.
The radiance gradually formed a glowing vortex.
Without hesitation, Ye Lin stepped into the vortex.
If he truly had to choose, he would rather choose one of Spirit King's subordinates.
No matter how formidable Heavenly Blade Sage's registered disciples were, could they possibly surpass those under Spirit King?
Who knew how many years the