Ao Mingyu faltered upon hearing this.
The evil dragon felt like it was listening to a joke as it stared at An Lin with incredulity on its face.
"Hahaha… Are you guys comedians?" The evil dragon's body trembled with laughter.
It had already used its divine sense to assess An Lin's cultivation base, upon which it discovered that An Lin was only at the Soul Formation Final Stage. No matter how terrifying his aura was, it couldn't change the fact that his cultivation base was pitifully low.
"Really? You're not lying to me?" Ao Mingyu's voice began to tremble.
He didn't think An Lin would really help him, and he was already preparing to lay down his life. He had even envisioned both himself and the evil dragon being slain by An Lin.
However, An Lin agreed without a second thought and would only require some compensation for his efforts.
The evil dragon extended one finger. "You cocky little human boy, I'll only need one…"
