"What do you think?"
Ye Lin stroked his chin as he looked ahead.
He did not even turn his head, merely speaking in a calm voice.
The next moment, a woman in a flowing white gown slowly appeared within the Void behind him.
She simply stood quietly behind Ye Lin, radiating an aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're the Goddess of Ice and Snow they spoke of?"
"The protagonist of this wedding?"
Ye Lin raised a brow and asked.
"So what if I am?"
After speaking, the woman behind him walked over to Ye Lin's side on her own and lowered her head to look below.
"A Quasi-Saint marrying a Daluo Golden Immortal?"
"Who exactly are you?"
At those words, the woman immediately lost her composure.
She turned to look at Ye Lin, her expression shifting unpredictably.
This person could see through her cultivation with a single glance?
It was no exaggeration to say that there was not a single Quasi-Saint present here. The strongest were merely peak Daluo Golden Immortals.
Yet this fellow could see through her cultivation at a glance. Clearly, he too was a Quasi-Saint—and no ordinary one at that.
He had already reached the Quasi-Saint realm, yet he still had such perverse tastes?
What was he squatting here for?
Did a Quasi-Saint really need to watch this spectacle?
"My affairs are none of your concern."
"Then leave this place. Otherwise, I truly will kill you."
Ye Lin's tone was calm.
Though his tone was calm, the words he spoke left the woman beside him unable to doubt their sincerity.
The woman gave Ye Lin a deep look, then turned and left without looking back.
In moments, her figure vanished completely.
On the platform below, the fat man remained standing.