No words were exchanged throughout the night, and the next morning arrived.
Ye Ling awoke just as a hint of dawn began to break in the east, as was his usual routine.
In fact, with Ye Ling's level of martial arts mastery, he could go several days and nights without sleep and not feel any different.
However, now that Ye Ling's power was enough to look down upon the world, there was naturally no need for him to continue the arduous training. He rested when it was time to rest.
Ye Ling entered the living room, where Ye Jiu and two others were seated in meditation, their formidable auras unique to Great Grandmasters continuously emanating from them.
Noticing someone approaching, the three of them immediately opened their eyes and looked towards the newcomer.
Upon seeing that it was Ye Ling, all three spoke in unison, "Greetings, my lord!"
"Hmm, it seems Lin Zhantian has decided not to come?"
Ye Ling nodded slightly and glanced at the slowly rising sun, speaking indifferently.
