Bai Feng was afraid—truly afraid.
The White Tiger Clan had acted so restlessly precisely to lure Ye Lin here, to test his strength and see whether he truly qualified to enter the Cloud Heaven Secret Realm.
If he did—if Ye Lin truly crushed the younger generation of the White Tiger Clan—they would have nothing to say.
If he did not, then the White Tiger Clan could claim that spot for themselves.
This was an old tradition, wasn't it? Hadn't things always been done this way before?
Why had it changed now?
The one before them had quite a bad temper.
If he truly intended to do this, let alone whisper in the Blade Saint's ear, the two figures behind him alone would be enough to make the White Tiger Clan suffer dearly.
"I was merely saying it casually."
"Seeing Third Elder like this, it must be false."
"It seems my master really did believe some rumors. When I return this time, I'll have a proper talk with my master."
Seeing Bai Feng look as though he faced a formidable enemy, Ye Lin smiled and waved his hand.
"Thank you, Young Master."
"Young Master, please see clearly: our White Tiger Clan has truly kept to our place. We have no other intentions whatsoever."
Bai Feng quietly heaved a sigh of relief inwardly, then hurriedly said.
"Fine."
So this was what it felt like to use power to crush others?
Ye Lin found it immensely satisfying.
You, Bai Feng, sent these stinking soldiers to disgust me.
And me? I won't play on your chessboard. I'll flip the whole board over.
If Ye Lin had listened to the murmurs below and then questioned those people, he would already have fallen into a disadvantage, already stepped into Bai Feng's trap.
But now, he had