"Enough. Let's leave this matter at that."
After giving Ye Lin a deep look, the Spirit King slowly rose to his feet.
With his hands behind his back, he walked forward.
"Sigh."
"I should be heading back too."
After glancing at the Spirit King's departing figure, Ye Lin got up and left.
After thinking it over, it seemed that, on the Origin Continent, there truly had never been such a person so far.
There was nothing he could do to help, either.
"Take care."
The Spirit King waved at Ye Lin and watched him leave.
Only after Ye Lin's figure vanished did a smile appear on the Spirit King's face.
"This hatred needs someone fated to reconcile it."
"And that fated person is far away at the edge of the sky, yet right before my eyes."
"I never used to believe in fate, but now, I believe in it more and more."
The Spirit King murmured to himself.
He held great expectations for Ye Lin.
From the very first moment he saw Ye Lin, he had felt that Ye Lin was no ordinary person—far from ordinary.
Otherwise, the Ye Lin of back then would have been nothing more than an ordinary ant in his eyes.
Did Ye Lin really think that, as the dignified leader of the Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan, he could casually acknowledge any ant as a friend?
Had he not sensed at a glance back then that Ye Lin was extraordinary, Ye Lin would have long since died by his hand.
Yet as time passed, he came to trust his instincts more and more.
It seemed he truly had not judged the wrong person.
Meanwhile, the departing Ye Lin had no idea what the Spirit King was thinking.
He arrived at Meteor Island.
After looking at the even