"Thank you, Senior."
Holding the remaining map, Ye Lin decisively bowed to the old man.
Afterward, Ye Lin left with Sword Demon and the other two, preparing to depart.
"You... aren't afraid that I gave you a fake map?"
Watching the backs of the four as they left, the old man could not help asking.
These four had believed him so easily?
They did not even question whether the map in their hands was real or fake?
What if it was fake?
"Senior, to put it bluntly, your days are already numbered. Deceiving us would bring you no benefit whatsoever."
"Besides, from our earlier conversation, it is clear that you care deeply for your clansmen. And whether your clansmen live or die rests entirely on a single thought of mine."
"If the map is fake, I trust Senior will not be lonely on the Road to Yellow Springs."
Turning back with a faint smile, Ye Lin turned around and left without the slightest hesitation.
"Alas, this old man has been seen through."
The old man lowered his head, shaking it with a bitter smile.
Yet he still slowly bowed his head.
Ye Lin was right. His days truly were numbered.
With injuries like his, there was no turning the tide; there was absolutely nothing he could do.
Put nicely, he could still live for a while longer.
Put bluntly, he was merely sitting quietly and waiting to die.
A quasi-saint powerhouse sat here, quietly awaiting death.
Elsewhere, Ye Lin took out the two maps and began piecing them together.
The map was completed. Flowing light shimmered across its surface, radiating wave after wave of profound, mysterious light.
Apart from the three known markings, six more points of light lit up like stars in the regions surrounding Time Forest. Their distribution