An Immortal Con!
An Immortal Con beyond all doubt!
They were fishing! Yin Lin roared inwardly, even suspecting that those two Immortals had deliberately put on that display before him in broad daylight... to stir up the greed in his heart!
When Immortals acted, every word and gesture carried profound meaning. Before one knew it, they could draw you deep into their trap.
He was a proud genius of a hegemonic race; if he had not seen a million such schemes, he had seen hundreds of thousands. Yet in the end, he had fallen for the most obvious trick of all!
Damn it...
Yin Lin looked at his bare finger. His heart was equally empty, and the sudden gulf was too great.
At this moment, the street was utterly silent.
Whether they were towering cultivators of other races or gifted powerhouses from every clan, all moved with light steps, making scarcely a sound.
As for who those two had been, their appearances and auras had long since vanished from the memories of their Immortal Dao Sources.
An Immortal's appearance and aura... once glimpsed, could not be remembered.
There were also powerful cultivators concealed discreetly amid the sea of the Ten Thousand Clans. Their gazes tightened slightly as they looked at the utterly bedraggled Yin Lin. There was no mockery in their eyes, only a trace of sentiment.
That once unattainable genius of a hegemonic race, impossible to catch up to, had before those Immortals' honored presence been suppressed with but one hand...
The Immortal Realm had completely broken free from the shackles of race. They had no need to give face to the younger generation of the Ten Thousand Clans, much less to those standing behind them. They could do as they pleased and roam heaven and earth.
Had Yin