"Where is the person? Speak," a voice demanded, the moment the steward of the Wushuang Pavilion left. A dark-robed figure loomed, an ominous tone infusing his voice.
Xu Yan was not the least bit panicked. "The Spirit Crystals? Show me the Spirit Crystals first. What if I take you to them, and you don't give me the Spirit Crystals?"
The eyes of the dark-robed figure grew icy, Grandmaster aura bursting forth, attempting to intimidate him.
"Don't think you're something special just because you're a Grandmaster. Without the Spirit Crystals, there's no deal."
Xu Yan remained unmoved.
"You're courting death!"
Murderous intent filled the dark-robed man's eyes.
"You can have the Spirit Crystals!"
Another dark-robed figure waved his hand to stop his comrade from attacking and took out ten Spirit Notes, tossing them towards Xu Yan.
Xu Yan smiled, catching the Spirit Notes—each worth ten thousand, totaling a hundred thousand Spirit Crystals.
