"You, do you not understand the rules of the Immortal Sect?"
Clay Girl No.4 stood with her neck stiff, scolding angrily: "We were the ones who found the Red Flame Snake first and lured it into the swamp. The Monster Core it dropped should naturally belong to us."
"The rules of the Immortal Sect? A mere mortal like me wouldn't know."
Lin Qingluo suddenly raised her eyebrows, a hint of playfulness in her voice: "I'll take the Monster Core. If you want the leftover snake skin and bones, go ahead."
"Let's go, guys."
Lin Jinlong, at this moment, had also recognized the origin of the clay girl.
Thinking of their rude behavior at the Guest Pavilion, his heart filled with displeasure, he called the group of young boys and turned to leave.
"Hey, you can't leave."
Clay Girl No.4 stamped her foot angrily, the mud all over her head and face falling off in chunks.
"Tsk, who do you think you are? I'll leave when I want to. If you dare, come and chase us."
