"See you next time, Fellow Daoist Ye Lin."
With an apologetic smile, Ning Yi rose and followed behind his clan chief.
The two vanished from the main hall together.
At this moment, only the Spirit King and the old man remained in the hall.
Ye Lin drew a deep breath, then turned to look at the Spirit King.
"Greetings, Senior."
"No need for such courtesy, young friend."
Luo Yan stroked his beard and smiled faintly.
His voice remained gentle.
"Big Brother, could you give me a heads-up next time something this dangerous comes up?"
"I poured an enormous amount of effort into building this Dao Sword City. The city has only just opened—if you people had started fighting, all my hard work would have gone down the drain."
Ye Lin looked at the Spirit King, a trace of reproach in his words.
"Hahaha, little brother, this time really was Big Brother's fault."
"But Big Brother knew they wouldn't fight."
"They didn't want to fight, and neither did we."
The Spirit King laughed heartily, walked over, and patted Ye Lin on the shoulder.
Looking at the Spirit King before him, the resentment in Ye Lin's heart finally dissipated completely.
It couldn't be helped. The Spirit King had helped him so much; he couldn't truly be angry.
The only reason he had acted this way was because the Spirit King had failed to notify him beforehand.
On his own turf, he had been kept in the dark the whole time.
Ye Lin hated that feeling most of all.
"As long as it's been settled, that's good."
Ye Lin nodded lightly.
Setting everything else aside, this time, they had truly reached an agreement.
The grudge between the Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan and the Mystic Soul Dragon Clan had also eased with this meeting.
Though