"Hm?"
"Why is there a sword city in the territory of my Pure Yang Sect?"
Just as Ye Lin was about to head for the Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan, he heard a somewhat puzzled voice.
Looking up, he saw an old man approaching from the distant horizon, holding a whisk, dressed in white robes, with white hair and a grizzled white beard.
The old man stroked his beard, his face full of confusion as he looked at the newly constructed Dao Sword City.
After sensing the old man's aura, Ye Lin frowned slightly.
Unfathomable.
"This junior, Ye Lin, pays his respects to Senior."
Ye Lin rose, took a step forward, stood before the old man, and bowed with cupped fists.
"Mm. Little friend, did you build this city?"
"Indeed."
Ye Lin nodded lightly.
"Ye Lin, Ye Lin... so you are the Blade Saint's personal disciple."
The old man stroked his beard and burst into laughter after realizing it.
No wonder the name had sounded familiar.
So he was the Blade Saint's personal disciple—the renowned Ye Lin.
"You flatter me, Senior."
Ye Lin smiled and nodded.
"This old man is Pure Yangzi, Sect Master of the Pure Yang Sect. This place is within my Pure Yang Sect's territory."
"However, since you have already built this city, this mountain peak and the land within ten thousand zhang of it shall be gifted to you."
Pure Yangzi stroked his beard and laughed heartily as he looked at Ye Lin.
"Then many thanks, Senior."
"Ah, don't thank me just yet. This old man has a condition."
Ye Lin raised his head and looked at the old man with puzzlement.
"This old man's condition is simple. Your Dao Sword City must have a place for my Pure Yang Sect."
"This old man does not ask for