At first glance, Ye Lin had thought the old man seemed decent. His first impression had been quite good.
But now, all Ye Lin could see on the old man's kindly face were two words: cunning fraud.
Cunning. Far too cunning.
Ye Lin did not refuse at once. Instead, he silently calculated.
Time?
If what the old man said was true, Ye Lin did not dare gamble.
He had only a hundred years.
Ye Lin was not confident he could reach the gates of the Sword Dao Holy Land by the deadline, ten years before the secret realm closed.
His goal was the Sword Dao Holy Land.
His instincts told him that the most valuable place in the entire Cloud Heaven Secret Realm was a sacred land.
And since he cultivated the sword dao exclusively, the most valuable place for him was the Sword Dao Holy Land.
Now, if he sold the Hourglass of Time in his hand, he could arrive directly at its gates.
No rushing along the road, no detours, no gambling on time.
He would also gain detailed information about the Three Thousand Sacred Lands.
All of it would cost him only one Innate Spirit Treasure.
Was he tempted?
Of course he was.
At that moment, even an Innate Spirit Treasure no longer seemed like much to Ye Lin.
Just as Ye Lin was weighing it all carefully,
he felt someone poke him from behind.
He turned and saw the Sword Demon, his face expressionless, gently tapping Ye Lin's back with one finger.
At the look in the Sword Demon's eyes and that small gesture, Ye Lin snapped back to his senses.
Ye Lin turned to look at the group before him.
When he looked at them again, his gaze changed completely.
He had realized it.
He