Elsewhere, after leaving the Holy Palace, Ye Lin hurried without pause toward the Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan.
Since the Mystic Soul Dragon Clan knew of the Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan, they had to be a race from the same era.
If he wanted to learn about such an ancient race, he had to seek out the Spirit King.
With others blocking his doorstep, how could he possibly swallow this insult?
No matter how untouchable they were, he would still crouch in the shadows and kill a few of their prodigies first.
If he had to hurt, then they had to hurt too.
Time flew by.
Three hours later, Ye Lin arrived at a familiar place.
"Young Master Ye Lin, you've come."
The moment he stepped into the Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan's territory, he saw an old man smiling warmly at him.
"Senior."
"I'm here to see the Spirit King."
Ye Lin clasped his fists to the old man in greeting, his manner humble.
He could not discern the old man's aura at all. He was undoubtedly a supreme expert.
"My King is holding a meeting at White King Palace. Just go there."
The old man continued smiling as he spoke.
"Thank you, Senior."
Hearing this, Ye Lin clasped his fists again, then headed straight for White King Palace.
The old man silently watched Ye Lin's retreating figure.
Only after Ye Lin had vanished from sight did the old man leave with his hands behind his back.
His figure naturally faded away without leaking the slightest trace of aura, as though he had merged into heaven and earth, into the Dao itself.
Arriving at White King Palace and hearing the voices conversing within, Ye Lin quietly waited outside the entrance.
They were in a meeting. Wouldn't it be disruptive if he barged in now?