What could a Second Heaven Quasi-Saint possibly offer that would catch his interest?
With that thought in mind, he had come.
But the very first stop, the Sword Pool alone, had completely changed his mind.
This place was no ordinary place.
And this Fourth Young Master was no ordinary man.
Just look at the Sword Pool.
With resources like these, even the Blade Saint might not have been able to produce its like.
Especially the desolate, ancient aura clinging to those broken swords. They did not seem to belong to this era at all.
They had to be at least ten million years old.
"Senior, would you care to have a look around the city?"
Faced with Elder Xuan's question, Ye Lin did not answer. Instead, he bent at the waist and gestured for him to enter.
"You brat. Keeping an old man in suspense, are you?"
Seeing Ye Lin's gesture, Elder Xuan chuckled.
Then he walked forward with his hands behind his back.
"Very well. I'll follow you and take a good look around."
Elder Xuan smiled and began touring the city.
The ground was polished enough to reflect his image.
"Drunken Sword Pavilion. Good."
"Does it have any fine wine?"
"Not yet."
"A pity."
Elder Xuan glanced at the Drunken Sword Pavilion, disappointment flickering in his eyes.
He was fond of wine himself.
If Ye Lin could build a Sword Pool, surely he could procure wine of the same caliber.
Unfortunately, there was none.
"No need to rush, Senior. There will be some in the future."
Ye Lin smiled.
He already had a plan.
When the time came, he would call on every connection he had to get his hands on fine wine.
He would not sell that wine, of course. He had another use for it.
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