He had happened to come.
The Weapon Grave had happened to sound.
These people had happened to gather together.
What a... coincidence.
"Young Master Ye Lin, this is the Weapon Grave of our White Tiger Clan. Within it are buried the weapons of our clan's ancestors, as well as the weapons of clan members who passed away long ago."
Bai Feng stood beside Ye Lin and explained with a smile.
"Not bad."
Ye Lin stood above the rift valley and nodded lightly.
"Elder Bai, according to your plans, what should happen next?"
Ye Lin turned his head, looking at Bai Feng beside him with a faintly amused smile.
That one sentence left Bai Feng utterly embarrassed.
He did not even know how to answer Ye Lin.
Behind them, the White Tiger Clan's seven most outstanding juniors were playing rock-paper-scissors.
After round after round of selection, Bai Zhan walked toward the Weapon Grave with a bitter face.
Before meeting Ye Lin, he had been brimming with confidence.
But now, he could not muster any confidence at all.
It felt as though Ye Lin had been suppressing them from the very beginning.
As though he and Ye Lin were not people of the same level.
Bai Zhan leaped straight into the Weapon Grave.
He stood in midair, his peak Daluo Golden Immortal aura fully on display.
That terrifying aura echoed through the entire Weapon Grave, and countless weapons let out deafening hums.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, I am Bai Zhan."
"I have long heard of Fellow Daoist Ye Lin's great renown, but regrettably, I never had the opportunity to spar with you."
"Now that you have come as a guest of my White Tiger Clan, I have finally waited for this opportunity."
"Today, under the witness of my White Tiger Clan, I,