"Where has Ye Lin reached now?"
Inside a resplendent, golden hall, a middle-aged man with a mustache stroked his beard and turned to look at the young man beside him.
"Ye Lin has reached the Heavenly Eye Spirit Race, but according to our internal intelligence, the Heavenly Eye Spirit Race has probably fallen as well."
The young man beside him lowered his head, his face full of dejection.
Ever since learning that they were among those the Blade Saint intended to test, they had kept a close eye on Ye Lin's movements.
At first, they had been very confident.
After all, Ye Lin was merely the Blade Saint's newly accepted personal disciple. He had not been accepted for long, and before that, he had come from some small place. How strong could he possibly be?
Even if he was the Blade Saint's disciple, how much of the Blade Saint's tutelage could he have received?
As long as he dared to come, taking him down would be as easy as taking candy from a baby.
But gradually, they realized that was not the case.
Ye Lin had defeated the White Tiger Clan and the Vermilion Bird Clan.
That had greatly shocked them.
Neither the White Tiger Clan nor the Vermilion Bird Clan were easy prey, yet they had been so effortlessly defeated by Ye Lin?
It was simply absurd beyond belief.
And now, judging from the news, the Heavenly Eye Spirit Race could no longer hold out either.
This left them, once brimming with confidence, somewhat dispirited.
They were utterly dispirited.
Ye Lin had not even arrived, yet they had already lost their confidence.
"Hmph. Look at the state you're in. The other side hasn't even come, and you've already been scared half to death."
"With you in this state, if