The seven lowered their heads, looking at one another.
Although this was a script they had rehearsed long ago, the earlier effects had failed to appear. Was there still any need to say it now?
"Elder Bai, could you explain?"
"The sound seems to be getting louder."
Listening to the ever-growing commotion outside the hall, Ye Lin turned to look at Bai Feng.
Sensing the question in Ye Lin's voice, Bai Feng knew he could not hold out any longer. He braced himself and prepared to speak.
"The Weapon Grave outside Baleful Palace has been resonating abnormally today. It must have sensed our honored guest's Sword Intent."
Before Bai Feng could finish, Bai Huang below rose to his feet and spoke loudly.
"Since Fellow Daoist Ye Lin has come as a guest of our White Tiger Clan, and the Weapon Grave is now in such an uproar, it must be welcoming Fellow Daoist Ye Lin."
"How about Fellow Daoist Ye Lin accompany us to take a look?"
"While we are there, we can also spar a little."
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin's fame has spread far and wide. We have long been itching for a fight."
Bai Huang spoke with righteous conviction, his tone brimming with confidence.
"Oh? Since Fellow Daoist Bai Huang has put it that way, then let us go and have a look."
Ye Lin set down his wine cup and smiled.
So this is the White Tiger Clan's plan?
Interesting.
"Bai Huang is right. Since the young master wishes to see it, then let us go take a look."
"The Weapon Grave has not stirred like this in a very long time."
Seeing Bai Huang take the lead in launching the exchange, Bai Feng naturally followed close behind.
"Good. Let us take a look."
Ye Lin laughed