But this old man cultivated both time and space, and had even reached the quasi-Saint realm. Calling him a heaven-blessed genius would not be an exaggeration.
Yet at this moment, those double pupils were filled with vigilance and exhaustion, though deep within still lurked the majesty belonging to a quasi-Saint.
"Outsiders?"
Looking at Ye Lin and the other three, the old man spoke.
His voice was hoarse, but Ye Lin and the others could understand every word he said.
"We were merely passing by. Sensing that Senior was here, we came to take a look. We bear no ill intent."
Ye Lin stepped forward and bowed to the old man, indicating that he harbored no hostility.
The old man carefully examined the four of them.
"Outsiders, if you truly bear no ill intent, then why didn't you leave of your own accord when you saw that this old man was severely injured?"
The old man suddenly sneered at Ye Lin, clearly having no intention of accepting his goodwill.
Ye Lin said nothing.
He had come for benefits, not for the old man's life.
As he looked at Ye Lin before him, a thought suddenly stirred in the old man's mind.
"Boy, I see that your strength is quite decent. This old man has a great gift for you. Do you want it?"
Hearing the old man's words, Ye Lin narrowed his eyes slightly.
The good news was that this old man really did know of something valuable.
The bad news was that, judging by his tone, the old bastard was definitely up to no good.
Still, Ye Lin intended to hear him out.
"Senior, why not tell me about it?"
After speaking, Ye Lin simply sat down cross-legged before the old man.
Sword Demon and the other two behind him