Tap, tap, tap.
At that moment, footsteps sounded from behind.
At some point, Sword Demon had already arrived at his side.
He gazed at the Sword Field before him, where silver light flowed in orderly patterns, and at the three-inch sword grass swaying like waves in the breeze. For a long time, he said nothing.
Ye Lin had truly completed this trial.
At last, he lifted his head and looked at Ye Lin.
In those eyes, accustomed to failure and sharpness, clear and undisguised admiration appeared for the first time.
"Can you tell me how you accomplished it?"
Sword Demon's voice was full and steady.
"Yes, Senior."
Ye Lin cupped his fists and bowed to Sword Demon.
After contending against the Sword Field for a hundred years, he had not come away empty-handed.
"Senior, in my eyes, everywhere is the martial world."
"Whether it is Origin Continent or the universe where I was born."
"Accordingly, this Sword Field is also a small martial world."
"They are all people of the martial world—people who know only fighting and killing."
Ye Lin pointed at the countless docile remnants of intent and smiled lightly.
"Before I came, they fought and attacked one another day and night, as though they never knew weariness. And they themselves had also developed a trace of spirit."
"If I had directly attacked them, they would naturally have united against the outside."
"It is the same when mortal children get into group fights. They can fight among themselves, but once some unfamiliar child intervenes, their former enemies become friends."
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."
"And my method was to meet force with force. I called this place a martial world, but it was not a true martial world."
"The only method I could think of was