"Your praise is too generous, fellow Daoist."
Yun Qiyue smiled sweetly, her tone modest.
Naturally, she enjoyed hearing compliments.
"Hahaha."
"Blade Saint, have you brought these two here to fight alongside you?"
"No. My junior brother is competing. I'm here to cheer him on."
Before Ye Lin could speak, Yun Qiyue answered with a smile.
"So that's how it is."
"Fellow Daoist Qiyue, when it is my turn to fight, could you cheer for me as well?"
"Of course I can."
"Then I shall thank you in advance, Fellow Daoist Qiyue."
Yan Ting smiled lightly, appearing exceedingly polite.
"Come, you two. Let me introduce you to the others."
"This battle carries extraordinary significance. We should all get acquainted—after one battle, we may be brothers bound by life and death."
"Alright."
Ye Lin nodded gently.
This man was decent.
At least, Ye Lin's first impression of him was good.
Some people inspired disgust at first sight.
Others, at first sight, simply felt right—decent.
It was not because a few words had given Ye Lin such an impression, but rather an instinctive feeling from that first glance.
A very strange feeling.
Some people simply gave others a feeling of disgust from the very first impression.
"Then I'll trouble you to lead the way, fellow Daoist."
"Why stand on ceremony? This way."
Following Yan Ting, the three of them ventured deeper into the island.
There were few cultivators on this island, but not a single one was someone to be trifled with.
"There are more than a hundred cultivators on this island. A small portion are contestants like us, while the rest are like Fellow Daoist Qiyue, here to cheer others on."
As Yan Ting introduced the place, Yun Qiyue looked around, while Ye Lin followed behind Yan Ting, inwardly judging just how