The atmosphere over the black stone square was tense. Yi Yun and Lin Xintong stood facing the crowd of cultivators. A few Dao Seed realm cultivators were standing at the forefront of the crowd.
"Xiaodie, Lin Lang, come over here."
Lin Xintong said to Lin Xiaodie and company. The few of them walked over to behind Lin Xiaodie and waited in a prepared stance. From the numbers, it was completely out of proportion, comparing the both sides. However, just Yi Yun and Lin Xintong were enough to make everyone dread them.
At that moment, a tall, thin and tanned cultivator in his thirties walked forth from the crowd.
"Everyone, let us put down our weapons first. Let us negotiate!"
