While Ye Lin was admiring the Spirit Fruit, the younger generation of the White Tiger Clan gradually entered the great hall.
"Greetings, Third Elder."
There were seven of them in all, each with a different bearing. Standing below the hall, they respectfully bowed to Bai Feng.
Bai Feng stood with his hands hanging at his sides, a smile covering his face.
"No need for such courtesy."
"Everyone, let me introduce you. This is Ye Lin, the personal disciple of the Heavenly Blade Sage."
"He is also one of the Eastern Region Top Hundred. Young Friend Ye Lin has come to visit our White Tiger Clan."
"This old man is getting on in years. I have little in common to discuss with you young people, so I invited you here to properly exchange pointers with Young Friend Ye Lin."
"Young Friend Ye Lin became famous at a young age. Back then, he slew Baili Tusu with a single sword strike. That kind of bearing reminds me of my own youth."
Bai Feng stroked his beard and burst into laughter.
Once he had finished speaking, he silently took a seat to the side.
His task was complete. What came next would be a clash between the younger generation.
The seven below were the seven strongest members of the White Tiger Clan's current generation.
Now it would depend on how they got along—and on how Ye Lin chose to handle them.
"I am Bai Huang. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Ye Lin."
Below, a young man in a golden robe stepped forward. His aura was sharp all around him, and a pure golden king character was inscribed upon his brow. He cupped his fists toward Ye Lin in salute.
"No need for courtesy."
"There are seats for everyone. Make yourselves at home."
Ye Lin tapped