The arrival of Zuo Youming indeed intimidated many people.
The names of the three grandmasters of swordsmanship were indeed thunderous, not on par with trivial Ghost Old Three and Ox-faced Old Demon.
Lin Qianting asked, "I wonder who that Han Ye that the senior spoke of is?"
Zuo Youming smiled, "Among the entire Four Major Clans, there should only be one outsider, right? This person messed up your plans, making the Four Major Clans lose face. Hand him over to me, and I'll let you go. How does that sound?"
As these words were spoken, all eyes in the room turned to Han Ye, in shock, intrigue, or astonishment.
"Han Ye? An oddly familiar name, where have I recently heard it?"
"Now that you mention it, I remember. These recent days, isn't the white-clothed sword cultivator who repelled the Demonic Sect army at the gate of Dragon Capital City called Han Ye?"
"Nine-turn Golden Core, white-clothed sword cultivator, extraordinary swordsmanship, it all checks out, it's indeed him!"
