Beneath Ye Lin's feet, countless blades were packed tightly together, their edges facing outward. Yet the surface felt as smooth as a mirror, without a hint of sharpness.
Ye Lin looked down and could clearly see the patterns of law flowing across the blades.
Every sword had been refined. They were no longer weapons of slaughter, but part of the Lotus Platform.
Their nature had not changed, though. Once the Lotus Platform's owner activated them, the thousands upon thousands of swords would erupt at once, forming a terrifying sword formation.
They passed the edge of the Lotus Platform and reached the platform at its center.
Quite a few people were already seated there.
Ye Lin swept his gaze over them, quietly sizing them up.
At the easternmost side sat a young man in a golden robe. He was handsome, with a flamboyant air.
Dragon aura faintly swirled around him—the pressure that naturally emerged when the power of one's bloodline grew sufficiently strong.
His cultivation had already reached the Quasi-Saint First Heaven.
Behind him stood two elders, a man and a woman. Judging by their auras, both were at the second heaven of the Quasi-Saint realm and were likely his guards.
On the jade table before the young man lay a Flood Dragon roasted golden brown.
It was over ten feet long, golden from head to tail, and gave off a rich, savory aroma.
He tore off a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, his eyes full of pleasure as he chewed.
"He's from the Dragon Clan."
Yun Qiyue spoke softly beside Ye Lin's ear.
"Ao Jin, the Dragon Clan's young lord in the Eastern Region. He's at the Quasi-Saint First Heaven and ranks third among the clan's younger generation. His temper isn't great, but he really is