Ye Lin slowly walked out the door.
He strolled alone through the streets.
All around him were sword cultivators carrying long swords on their backs, or radiating the aura of the Sword Dao.
And there were a great many of them.
At the sight, Ye Lin's eyes flashed.
It seemed that in the days he had been away, Dao Sword City had developed quite well. More and more cultivators had gathered here.
And wherever he looked, they were all sword cultivators.
He was very satisfied by this sight.
This had been his original intention.
Dao Sword City welcomed only sword cultivators.
After all, sword cultivators were all he needed.
Cultivators who pursued other Great Daos were of some use to him, but not much.
So he had simply made it a city for sword cultivators.
Drunken Sword Pavilion.
After one glance, Ye Lin left directly.
There were many cultivators in Drunken Sword Pavilion, but they were all Quasi-Saints of the first or second heaven, along with Daluo Golden Immortals.
And they were all bragging, recounting their past glorious exploits. He had no interest in any of it.
The most glorious feats of these people were nothing more than children playing house in his eyes.
He arrived at the next place: the Arena.
After sweeping it with his gaze, Ye Lin lost interest as well.
Of the nine Arenas, eight held Daluo Golden Immortals battling each other, while the last had only two first-heaven Quasi-Saints sparring.
Completely uninteresting.
"Why are they all Daluo Golden Immortals?"
Ye Lin turned and left.
As he walked, he pondered.
Why were they all Daluo Golden Immortals?
His original intention in establishing Dao Sword City had been to welcome the strong, to welcome great powers.
So why, at a glance, were they all Daluo Golden Immortals?