"My lord, please be patient and allow us to explain," the Grand Elder hurriedly said before Yan Lin went berserk.

Yan Lin generously agreed, mainly because he realized that with his current strength, there was no one in this room he could beat.

Then the elder told him a bizarre and extraordinary story.

Yan Lin frowned deeply after hearing this and said, "You're saying I was injured in battle and then lost my memory? And then someone else took advantage of my weakness to seize the position of Demon Lord? Now I'm suffering from amnesia and my strength is greatly diminished, so I have to rely on this woman in front of me to help me regain my memories?"

The Grand Elder nodded. This was the answer they had just reached through discussion. Explaining it from the beginning would have been too lengthy, and most importantly, the relationship between Dongfang Mian and Yan Lin was difficult to clarify. According to the Grand Elder and the others, Yan Lin's current memories should be stuck at his peak, when he was at his most invincible.

At that time, Yan Lin was so powerful and arrogant that he could control everything in the Three Realms. It was absolutely impossible for him to believe that he would fall in love with a woman. It would be bad if he lost his temper and refused to cooperate. Therefore, he described Dongfang Mian as the chosen one, and only by staying by Dongfang Mian's side could he regain his strength.

Yan Lin expressed great skepticism, looking at Dongfang Mian and saying, "Her? The chosen one? A Saint King? Even the maid who warms my bed in my palace is more than that strong."

"You even have a bed warmer?" Dongfang Mian narrowed her eyes.

Yan Lin's heart skipped a beat. Although he wanted to forcefully say yes, he suddenly chickened out and told the truth: "I was just giving an example."

“This is not a good example, you are not allowed to use it again next time,” Dongfang Mian said magnanimously.

"Oh," Yan Lin obediently agreed, then came to her senses and wanted to slap herself. What was going on?

Could this woman in front of me really be the chosen one sent to help me?

He had finally accepted the explanation given to him by the elders, but when he saw his somewhat ordinary face, he couldn't help but explode again.

"Who is this ugly thing?!"

But Yan Lin was quickly calmed down. He came to a conclusion about how easily he was persuaded: it was all because he was not as skilled as others. As the saying goes, a tiger is bullied by dogs when it is down on its luck. Everyone wanted to take advantage of him when his strength was greatly reduced.

For no apparent reason, Yan Lin felt a wave of unprecedented sorrow wash over her, and she sat forlornly in the corner.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mian's heart softened. She walked to his side, patted his shoulder, and said, "Don't think about it anymore. Just stay with me and I will protect you."

Yan Lin looked up and met Dongfang Mian's clear eyes. A thought struck him, and he blurted out, "Okay."

With the most difficult part resolved, things became much simpler. The sect leader and others decided to make Dongfang Mian the chief disciple of the Divine Sect Holy Land. This status would facilitate her travels through the Nine Domains and participation in some secret realms. As for Yan Lin, he would serve as a junior brother to Dongfang Mian, which would also be a form of protection for him.

"Why am I the chief disciple, and she's my junior sister?"

"Because you're just a Saint? Wouldn't it be a laughing stock if word got out that a Saint is the chief disciple of our Divine Sect's Holy Land?" the Seventh Elder said without any regard for appearances.

Yan Lin was speechless. "You, Qi Qing, I'll remember you."

"Also, you can no longer refer to yourself as 'This Venerable One'. You must remember that you are now just an ordinary disciple of the Divine Sect Holy Land. When you are out and about, listen to your senior sister, understand?" the Seventh Elder continued.

"Your Qi family is truly something else," Yan Lin said through gritted teeth.