Lin Xuan killed the three in a few seconds. Almost 10,000 Yin Spirits had already filled one percent of Lin Xuan's progress... it was really slow.
"This little brat… I did not know he was a master."
The middle-aged man moved closer to Lin Xuan out of curiosity to have a closer look at the legendary figure. Not bad, not bad at all. He had delicate features and a dignified look. Although Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, he didn't change his face. Instead, he looked proud but not arrogant, this was how he imagined the elites of Taixia Country to look like!
The middle-aged mage changed his solemn look as he revealed a stiff smile.
Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and handed a big bag of yellow-rank soul essences and cards to the older team.
"Thanks for your help. As a newcomer, I don't know much about ghosts and spirits. How about these soul essences and cards as payment for the learning fee?"
