"Su Wuhen, direct disciple of Canglan Venerable, greets Fellow Daoist Ye Lin."
"I came uninvited. I hope Fellow Daoist Ye Lin will forgive me."
Ye Lin opened his eyes and looked over. A young man in Daoist robes stood at the door.
He wore Daoist robes, his hair pinned up with a wooden hairpin, his eyes bright as stars.
He was smiling as he clasped his fists and bowed to Ye Lin.
"You are too courteous, Fellow Daoist."
"Please, come in."
Ye Lin slowly rose to his feet and welcomed him in.
"May I ask what brings you here, Fellow Daoist?"
After leading Su Wuhen into the room, Ye Lin finally asked.
Since this man had taken the initiative to seek him out, he must have had some business with him.
Otherwise, why would he come looking for him out of the blue?
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, I came to disturb you this time only to bring you something."
After speaking, Su Wuhen took an Identity Token engraved with a Taiji symbol from his robes.
"This item contains my master's full-force strike. Please carry it with you, Fellow Daoist Ye Lin."
"If the Chaos Ancient Clan resorts to underhanded tricks once you step onto the arena, you will have a means to deal with them."
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Ye Lin. Every participating cultivator has one."
"In this great battle, the Chaos Ancient Clan will inevitably resort to dirty tricks. Take it—it is better to be safe."
Looking at the Identity Token Su Wuhen offered him, Ye Lin hesitated for a moment before ultimately accepting it.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Su."
"No need for thanks. It is all for the Origin Continent, for the Holy Palace."
"Farewell, Fellow Daoist Ye Lin. I still need to find the other fellow Daoists."