Facing the man's aggressive questioning, Ye Lin stopped in his tracks and slowly raised his head.
His gaze was calm, and an otherworldly aura radiated from his entire body.
Over these past decades, he himself had made considerable progress.
On one hand, he had completed Blade Fanatic's trial.
On the other, he had completed the trial he had set for himself.
Now, it seemed the results were quite good.
After silently watching the man for several breaths, Ye Lin suddenly smiled.
"Fellow Daoist, don't you find your words ridiculous?"
"Do you blame my Dao for affecting your Dao?"
"Or do you blame my Dao for affecting Holy Blade City's cultivation environment?"
Those three questions left the middle-aged man at the gate speechless for a moment.
His countless words clogged in his throat.
"Is there any difference?" the middle-aged man continued to ask.
"Heh..."
In the face of his continued questioning, Ye Lin gave a soft laugh.
"You blame my Dao for affecting your Dao?"
"You cultivate the blade, while I cultivate the sword. If my Dao can influence your blade, then the first person you should blame is not me, but yourself. Just how fragile is your Dao Heart, if it cannot even withstand the aura I unconsciously give off?"
"You blame my Dao for affecting the cultivation environment?"
"I am a sword cultivator. How could I possibly affect your cultivation environment?"
Ye Lin's words rendered the middle-aged man utterly speechless.
He had arrived brimming with aggression, but at this moment, he could not utter another word.
Every word Ye Lin spoke made perfect sense. He could neither refute them nor find any reason to do so.
He simply could not find any angle from which to argue.
"I have learned much."
In the end, the middle-aged man cupped his