Ye Lin stood within the Bronze Immortal Hall, unable to calm his emotions for a long while.
He was the master of the Sword Dao?
What kind of joke was that?
The true master of the Sword Dao was Ye Xiu. What was he supposed to be?
He was nothing at all.
But...
He had indeed gained something this time—an earth-shattering benefit.
His cultivation had reached the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm. Beyond that, his strength had risen by a massive margin.
Compared to before, it was like heaven and earth—utterly incomparable.
Moreover, there were some changes he could neither explain nor describe.
He could not put those changes into words.
In any case, they gave Ye Lin an extremely mysterious feeling.
Those changes were far from simple, yet he simply could not articulate them.
"Forget it. Why bother with it? I've got the benefits in hand anyway."
After pondering for a moment, Ye Lin successfully talked himself around.
Who cared about all that nonsense?
He had gotten the benefits anyway. As for whether he really was the master of the Sword Dao, did it matter?
It did not.
At present, he had only one path: grow stronger, stronger, and stronger still.
As for all the other nonsense, it was completely outside Ye Lin's considerations.
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, the jade pendant turned into a streak of light and flew into his palm.
Holding the jade pendant, Ye Lin gave the Bronze Immortal Hall one last look before turning and leaving.
Knowing too much would only give him a headache and put him in a difficult position.
Rather than that, it was better not to know, not to investigate, not to dig too deeply.
All he needed to do now was walk the path he ought to walk.