Following Elder Chi Lian, Ye Lin toured the interior of the Vermilion Bird Clan's territory.
After making a round, Ye Lin had not seen many formidable opponents.
Among the Vermilion Bird Clan's younger generation, not a single one worthy of Ye Lin's notice had appeared.
Could the Vermilion Bird Clan be inferior to the White Tiger Clan?
That was impossible.
Then there was only one possibility.
The Vermilion Bird Clan's outstanding young talents were all hiding somewhere.
"Senior Chi Lian, may I ask where the Vermilion Bird Clan's prodigious cultivators are?"
Ye Lin turned to look at Chi Lian.
Chi Lian's expression did not ripple in the slightest, as though she had long expected Ye Lin to ask this.
"To be frank with Young Master Ye Lin, your visit happens to coincide with our Vermilion Bird Clan's once-in-a-thousand-years festival."
"This festival is called the Nirvana Festival. The vast majority of our clan members are over at the Ancestral Flame Pool, exchanging insights on the Dao."
With a faint smile, Chi Lian explained the reason.
Hearing this, Ye Lin nodded lightly.
Oh, understood.
This was the script the Vermilion Bird Clan had set up for themselves.
It sounded far more sophisticated than the White Tiger Clan's.
"Since that is the case, now that I am here, may I ask Elder Chi Lian whether I might go take a look?"
"Since it is a festival, how about letting me experience the Vermilion Bird Clan's festive atmosphere as well?"
Ye Lin raised his brows at Chi Lian and said with a smile.
Since he was already here, he could not possibly come for nothing.
"Oh? Since Young Master Ye Lin wishes to, there is naturally no reason not to."
"Young Master Ye Lin, this way."
"Then I will trouble Elder Chi Lian."
"No