"After a hundred years?"
"Yes."
"All right."
Liu San nodded lightly, then left with the list in hand.
He was going to search for the items on the list on Ye Lin's behalf.
"There are a huge number of materials here. It looks like they're meant for setting up an array."
Having spent many years in the Great Blade Association, Liu San's eye for such things was beyond reproach.
He examined the list in his hand and had already roughly guessed its purpose.
The items recorded on it were most likely for arranging an array formation.
After Liu San left, Ye Lin clasped his hands behind his back and wandered about aimlessly by himself.
This was his first time here. Since he had the chance, he might as well take a good look around and familiarize himself with the place.
By rights, all of this could be considered his property.
He was not merely gilding his own face—this was the truth.
If the Blade Saint had descendants, then naturally none of it would fall to him. But since there were no descendants, it naturally belonged to him.
It was like a sect: if the Sect Master had descendants, then the future Sect Master would most likely be one of them.
If there were no descendants, then it would most likely be one of the disciples under the sect, and a personal disciple at that.
No matter how many personal disciples there were, each of them would have a certain share.
As he wandered about, five days passed in the blink of an eye.
Five days later, Ye Lin met Liu San again.
The moment they met, Liu San said nothing. He merely handed Ye Lin a Spatial Ring and the list.
"Young Master, after my efforts, I managed to gather