Ye Lin glanced at Su Tao's calm expression and said nothing more.
This guy was alright.
At the very least, his heart was strong.
But there was one thing Ye Lin had not said.
If it had been Iron Hammer or the Sword Demon instead, perhaps even a third-level Quasi-Saint could have killed him with one hand.
Especially Iron Hammer. That guy's strength was far too outrageous.
A moment later, Ye Lin saw a continent.
It was a continent stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Let's go. We'll head down and take a look."
Su Tao took a step forward, and his figure vanished into the sea of clouds.
Ye Lin followed close behind.
Before the two women behind them could react, their figures vanished as well.
Several streaks of light tore through the Void and entered the continent.
Su Tao walked ahead. After setting foot on this continent, he did not pause, but continued walking forward.
It was as though he had a clear destination, keeping his head down as he made his way onward.
Ye Lin followed behind him, observing their surroundings as he walked.
Along the way, Ye Lin saw many bald heads.
Just as Su Tao had said, there were many bald heads here.
Moreover, every bald head had set up a preaching stand, surrounded by cultivators listening respectfully to the masters' teachings.
As for the content of those teachings, Ye Lin only needed to listen casually to know it was all deceitful nonsense.
These bald heads really refused to mend their ways.
Ever since Ye Lin had entered the cultivation world, he had encountered a great many Buddhist cultivators.
Among so many Buddhist cultivators, there were only a few whom Ye Lin could sincerely address as Master.
The overwhelming majority were sanctimonious hypocrites.