Ye Ling looked at the middle-aged man opposite him whose eyes were shooting fire and shook his head, then continued walking forward.
"Hey fellow Daoist, don't go, name your price, and if it's reasonable, I'll buy it!"
Suddenly, the middle-aged man grabbed Ye Ling's arm, and Ye Ling, who was initially in a good mood, immediately darkened in expression.
"I said it's not for sale, stop following me!"
Ye Ling shook off the man and continued to walk forward. Seeing this, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and stood directly in front of Ye Ling, his eyes burning with eagerness.
"Fellow Daoist, this Spirit Beast is not something you can possess. Treasures are for those who are destined; you should obediently hand it over, or else..."
The man sneered with an unmistakable threat, and at this moment, three other people stood beside Ye Ling, his companions.
Ye Ling glanced at the four people beside him and scoffed. When had four Houtian Realm guys become so bold?
