The instant he stepped into the city, Ye Lin felt an inexplicable force sweep across his body.
This force could neither be seen nor touched; he could only sense it through his own perception.
"Interesting."
Ye Lin muttered inwardly.
Looking up, he saw seven oddly shaped towers standing around the Central Land of the city in the distance, their surfaces glimmering with a faint light.
The streets within the city were broad and desolate. From time to time, figures dressed in white robes passed by.
Each of them had a vertical mark on their forehead, silver light flowing across it.
When they saw Ye Lin, their gazes remained utterly still.
Those gazes were incomparably cold, as though they were looking at an object.
It was a contempt and disdain that came from the depths of their hearts.
Having traveled far and wide for many years, Ye Lin could glean much information from such looks at a glance.
With a simple judgment, Ye Lin knew that Sword Demon had been right.
These people truly possessed a pride that came from their very bones.
Even ordinary clansmen were like this—what about those with higher status and standing?
Interesting. Truly interesting.
Ye Lin found this race increasingly fascinating.
It had been a long time since he had encountered such an interesting race.
At that moment, a handsome man in a white robe adorned with golden threads approached them from the end of the road.
"You must be Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, the personal disciple of the Blade Saint?"
"You may call me Ling Xi. The patriarch specifically ordered me to come and receive you."
Ling Xi stood before Ye Lin and smiled faintly.
When he saw Sword Demon and Blade Fanatic behind Ye Lin, he did not bow either. He merely gave a