"What exactly do you intend by blocking Yun's path, fellow Daoist?"
The disheveled-haired cultivator looked at the figure in the green light before him, a trace of anger flashing across his face. But when his divine sense swept over the other party, he was horrified to discover that this was a Nascent Soul-level immortal cultivator, and his expression quickly became respectful.
Doubtful though he was, there was not much fear mixed in. This place lay at the very heart of Misty Immortal Island, and according to the rules of the Ethereal Immortal Palace, cultivators were strictly forbidden from fighting at will. Even if the other party's cultivation was a notch above his own, he could not possibly treat those rules as nothing. With the rat behind the vase, what could he do to him?
Of course, that was one thing to say, but unless absolutely necessary, he did not want to make an enemy of a cultivator of higher rank than himself. So after discovering that Lin Xuan's strength surpassed his own, both his expression and attitude clearly improved considerably.
"No need to be alarmed or suspicious, fellow Daoist. Lin has no ill will in stopping you. I merely wish to make a transaction with you," Lin Xuan's indifferent voice entered his ears.
"A transaction?"
The other party was somewhat startled and suspicious. He was only a mere Rogue Cultivator; neither his abilities nor his treasures could be called outstanding. What could he possibly have that would catch the eye of this Nascent Soul Realm senior?
However, the other party's tone held no malice, so his heart eased slightly. Still carrying a measure of vigilance, he parted his lips slightly. "What does Senior wish to trade for? This one has nothing of value."
"Nothing of value? Heh, that may not