"Ye Lin???"
Upon hearing those two words, all five quasi-Saints were dumbfounded.
They lowered their heads to look at Tang Feng, then looked again at Ye Lin before them.
There was a sentence in their hearts—motherfucker—but they did not know whether they should shout it.
Damn it, if you had this kind of backing, you should have said so earlier.
If they had known about this backing, they would never have come.
Fuck...
The five quasi-Saints were utterly speechless.
They had never expected that the inconspicuous Rogue Cultivator Alliance possessed such connections, enough to even summon Ye Lin.
With connections like that, what the hell were you keeping a low profile for?
They had all been completely fooled.
They were all speechless.
"Senior Ye Lin, rest assured. For the next ten thousand years, we will absolutely not trouble the Rogue Cultivator Alliance."
"Indeed. Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, rest assured. From this day forth, we shall turn swords into jade with the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. I am willing to offer three cities to the Rogue Cultivator Alliance as an apology."
"I'll offer three mineral veins."
"I'll offer something too. Three thousand female cultivators."
At that moment, the five of them all hurried to state their positions.
What else could they do if they did not?
To Ye Lin, killing them was as easy as crushing an ant. They could only bow their heads.
As for whether Ye Lin was an impostor?
Strength spoke for everything.
"Get lost."
At those words, Ye Lin calmly uttered two syllables.
As his voice fell, the terrifying pressure that had driven them to despair instantly vanished from heaven and earth.
"Thank you, Senior Ye Lin, thank you, Senior Ye Lin. We'll get lost right away, right away."
"Getting lost, getting lost, getting lost."
"We're getting lost."