"I'll come play with you."
"Hmm?"
The sudden voice made Wuchen's gaze narrow slightly.
He turned his head and looked at Ye Lin beside Nie Zhao.
"Who are you? You look unfamiliar."
Wuchen asked.
He truly had never seen the man before.
"Deputy Marshal Ye, this man's Buddhist cultivation is exceedingly profound. Even at my peak, I wouldn't have been confident of defeating him. Be careful."
Nie Zhao did not stop Ye Lin. Instead, he offered a warning.
In his view, since Ye Lin had dared to step forward of his own accord, he must have something to rely on—he must be confident.
After all, no one who had cultivated to such a realm was a fool. Ye Lin would not step forward if he knew he was no match.
"This is the Deputy Marshal of our Heavenward Imperial Dynasty."
"Since you want to play, then let our Deputy Marshal play with you."
After warning Ye Lin, Nie Zhao dropped back into his seat and began tending to his injuries.
"Oh? A Deputy Marshal?"
"This is actually the first time I've seen you. It seems the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty's foundations run deep indeed."
Wuchen smiled faintly, but his heart was filled with solemnity.
The three great imperial dynasties had exchanged what they had and lacked with one another. After all these years, they had long since probed every last detail of their counterparts.
Yet he had never expected the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty to have another Deputy Marshal.
Anyone capable of becoming a Deputy Marshal was certainly no ordinary expert.
The Heavenward Imperial Dynasty had hidden itself deeply indeed.
"Since the Deputy Marshal wishes to play, then let us play."
He could not sense his aura?
He could not judge just how strong he was.
Wuchen's expression grew slightly grave.
This