The Spirit King treated him very well. Ye Lin knew that.
At first, he had been somewhat wary, but later, he simply went with the flow.
What exactly was the Spirit King plotting by treating him so well? The old Ye Lin had pondered it many times, yet never managed to make sense of it.
So now, he simply gave up.
The Spirit King was no fool. If he treated Ye Lin so well, then he naturally wanted something.
At the very least, what he wanted was not the current Ye Lin.
Thus, Ye Lin accepted it with a clear conscience.
Whatever. He would just take whatever benefits were offered.
In the future, once the Spirit King truly voiced his request, Ye Lin could repay him then.
Leave the future to the future.
He could not repay the Spirit King's kindness now, so he would repay it in the future.
One day in the future, he would certainly become a Saint.
And once he became a Saint, he certainly would not forget the Spirit King.
With that thought in mind, Ye Lin did not dwell on any conspiracy theories.
Because he was not worth the Spirit King's exploitation.
His greatest secret had always been buried deep within his heart. No one knew of it.
So in the Spirit King's eyes, he was merely a young cultivator with a pleasant manner of speaking.
If the Spirit King intended to use him...
Did he truly hold any value worth using in the Spirit King's eyes?
Did he really?
It was like asking whether a Qi Refinement cultivator who had only just entered the cultivation world truly had any value to a Mahayana cultivator.
Not necessarily.
Since he could not figure it out, he stopped thinking about it.
Following Elder Xuan, he made