With every step Ye Lin took, he deliberately waited a few seconds where he stood. Only after seeing Ye Buqu catch up from behind would he continue forward. This went on and on for a full half hour.
Earlier, Ye Buqu had still been able to run, closely following behind Ye Lin. But now, every step Ye Buqu took seemed to drain every last ounce of potential from his body.
The soles of Ye Buqu's feet were covered in blood; even blood streamed down from above his knees. There was not a single uninjured spot on his body. In the course of chasing after Ye Lin, he had no idea how many times he had fallen.
Yet for the sake of hope, he gritted his teeth and endured. For a little boy of five or six to possess such tremendous perseverance was truly precious.
But this was still not enough. Ye Lin showed no concern for Ye Buqu. If the chance to cultivate immortality were so easily sought, why would there still be so many mortals in this world?
Besides, becoming Ye Lin's disciple was not so easy.
"Keep up."
Seeing Ye Buqu lagging far behind, Ye Lin frowned and shouted angrily at him.
Hearing Ye Lin's voice, Ye Buqu jolted all over, then gritted his teeth and continued walking toward Ye Lin step by step.
Ye Lin looked at the towering cliff face before him, then leaped up it in several bounds. By the time Ye Buqu reached the foot of the cliff, he was dumbfounded.
The cliff stretched beyond sight at a glance—at any rate, it was incredibly high. All manner of rocks jutted from its surface, and their tips were incomparably sharp. One careless move and his arm would be sliced open.
Seeing that Ye Lin's figure