"Back?"
"Mm."
"How was it?"
"No change at all. They're still the same bunch of assholes."
"Haah."
At White King Palace, the Spirit King sat in the seat of honor and let out a deep sigh.
"Young Master Ye Lin exchanged blows with Ning Yi."
"How did it turn out?"
The Spirit King raised his head and looked at the old man below.
"A draw. Overall, Young Master Ye Lin had the upper hand, but Ning Yi didn't use his full strength either."
The old man sat in his chair, smiling as he spoke.
"Not bad."
"Though Ning Yi is missing part of his origin and is a bit weaker because of it, he can still barely rank among the first tier. For Ye Lin to trade blows with him so evenly, his strength is indeed quite impressive."
The Spirit King nodded.
He crossed one leg over the other and gazed at the distant sky, seemingly lost in thought.
"Elder Qin."
"Hmm?"
"In every era, a protagonist is born. If I said Ye Lin was the protagonist of this era, would you believe me?"
"No."
The moment the Spirit King finished speaking, the old man below directly shook his head in denial.
That decisive attitude instantly left the Spirit King speechless.
He looked at the old man, then at his own palm, and ultimately fell silent.
"Seriously speaking, that is impossible."
"Although Ye Lin is somewhat special, it is absolutely impossible for him to be the protagonist of the era."
"What if?"
"There is no what if."
The Spirit King looked at him and took a deep breath.
"I'm starting to regret sealing myself away."
"If I hadn't sealed myself away, I'd definitely slap you right now."
After saying that, the Spirit King slowly closed his eyes.
"What a pity."