After watching for a moment, Ye Lin walked down.
Worthy of the headquarters—its presence was truly imposing.
"Young Master Ye Lin."
The moment he approached, Ye Lin was noticed.
A somewhat delighted voice rang out from afar.
Looking up, he saw a smiling young man hurrying over.
"You know me?"
"Of course I do. Who in the Great Blade Association doesn't know you?"
"Young Master rarely comes here. Come, come, come—I'll take you inside."
"Oh, right. Young Master can just call me Liu San."
Liu San led the way ahead with great enthusiasm.
After glancing around, Ye Lin still chose to follow.
This fellow was a little too enthusiastic.
He was not used to it at all.
After winding past layer upon layer of pavilions, the two finally stopped before the most central tower in the area.
"Young Master, the three Blade Elders have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Blade Elders?"
Ye Lin looked at Liu San and asked in confusion.
"Yes, Blade Elders."
"Young Master, you don't know about the Blade Elders?"
Liu San looked at Ye Lin as though he found it strange.
When he saw Ye Lin gently shake his head, his eyes widened even further.
Was this young master really the Association Head's direct disciple?
How could someone's son not even know his own family's holdings?
"Ahem, Young Master, the greatest authority in our Great Blade Association is the Association Head."
"Below him is the Blade Pavilion. There are twelve Blade Elders in the Blade Pavilion in total. All twelve are Quasi-Saint Seventh Heaven powerhouses—the true foundation of our Great Blade Association."
"Right now, three Blade Elders are stationed in our Eastern Region. The three of them have wanted to meet you for ages, but you never came."
Hearing this, Ye Lin frowned.