Under the watchful eyes of the Vermilion Bird Clan's many experts, Ye Lin slowly walked to the center of the Arena.
He stood there with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, simply standing there in silence.
All around him, countless gazes fell upon him.
The long robe on his body moved of its own accord.
"Now that Fellow Daoist Ye Lin has stepped onto the Arena, which fellow daoist wishes to go up and seek Fellow Daoist Ye Lin's guidance?"
Seeing Ye Lin take the bait, the corners of Lei Chong's lips lifted slightly.
They had neither forced nor provoked him. Throughout the entire process, Ye Lin had acted of his own accord.
They had willingly sent Ye Lin onto the Arena.
This was the first step of the plan.
The reason for doing this was that, regardless of who won or lost afterward, it would not harm their harmony or turn them into enemies.
That was their true purpose.
Even if Ye Lin was dissatisfied inside, even if he saw through it, he would still have to hold his nose and accept it.
"I'll do it."
A voice rang out.
Lei Chong looked up.
The moment he saw that person, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.
It was none other than Yang Tian, who had won earlier.
One had to know that Ye Lin had personally commented on Yang Tian just moments ago.
Now there would be a good show.
If Ye Lin won, it would be fine. But if Ye Lin lost, he would be unable to save face.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, my name is Yang Tian. Please grant me your guidance."
Yang Tian bowed to Ye Lin in salute, then looked at him with a face full of fighting spirit.
His eyes