"After all that talk, didn't you only think of us when something came up?"
"Go on, what is it that made you come knocking in person, that made you think of us three old fellows?"
the red-haired old man asked.
There was a trace of impatience in his tone.
Yet beneath that impatient voice lurked a hint of jealousy.
Ye Lin merely listened and did not dwell on it.
"I pay my respects to the three seniors."
"I have built a city called Dao Sword City, a holy land created specifically for sword cultivators. All its facilities are now complete; all it lacks is a powerhouse capable of holding the fort."
"That is why I came to ask the three seniors for help."
"Look, look, look! And you said that wasn't it. Haven't you given yourself away already? You came straight here to ask us for help."
The red-haired old man pointed at Ye Lin and spoke in rapid succession.
His movements and expression were rather exaggerated.
Ye Lin: "..."
Ye Lin was left speechless by those words.
Was this old senior really that mischievous?
"Dao Sword City? A holy land for sword cultivators?"
"What grand words. Do you truly think that simply building a city on a whim is enough to call it a holy land for sword cultivators?"
"If that were the case, no one would go there. Put away those playful thoughts of yours."
The sword cultivator senior who had remained silent all this time finally spoke.
There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in his voice.
It was cold.
And he was the least tactful of them all.
"Senior, whether it is or not, perhaps you will only know after you go."
"If you do not go, then you..."
"You have no right to judge it,