As he walked, Ye Lin put away the Compass in his hand.
He looked up.
Before him, within the endless void, stood a figure.
"Ye Lin, right? Hello."
After speaking, the figure slowly turned around and looked at Ye Lin with a smile.
"You're from the Mystic Soul Dragon Clan?"
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, the Identity Token appeared in his palm.
The token in his hand began to emit waves of red light.
That meant the fellow before him was from the Mystic Soul Dragon Clan.
"That's right. It's me."
"Last time, you managed to repel three juniors of my Mystic Soul Dragon Clan. You're very strong."
"This time, I've come."
"Juniors?"
At those words, Ye Lin's pupils contracted.
What did that mean?
"Yes, to me, they are juniors."
"But don't worry. My cultivation is at the first level of the Quasi-Saint Realm, the same as yours. You needn't be afraid."
"Allow me to introduce myself. Ning Yi."
"I heard from them that your strength is far from ordinary, so I came to test you this time."
As Ning Yi spoke, he walked toward Ye Lin.
A smile hung on his face, and he appeared utterly calm and unruffled.
"You're alone?"
A trace of puzzlement flashed through Ye Lin's eyes as he looked at the man.
"Of course not. But the elders have their way of fighting, and we have ours."
"Then does that mean you discovered our plan?"
Ye Lin raised a brow.
It seemed the people Spirit King had sent had already encountered the Mystic Soul Dragon Clan's experts.
And here, they had sent him an opponent of the same realm.
That meant their plan had failed—they had been discovered.
"That's right. We discovered your plan."
"Fight me today."
"If you defeat me, I guarantee