What could be endured, and what could not?
Lin Xuan simply did not want to invite trouble; that did not mean he was timid or afraid of trouble.
Although the three before him had the same magic power as he did, all of them at Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, with the treasures he carried and the Nine Heavens Profound Art he cultivated, Lin Xuan was not without confidence that he could wipe them out.
"What do you want?"
The killing intent on Lin Xuan's face flashed and vanished, but that utterly temperatureless gaze still made the yellow-robed cultivator's heart jolt. Subconsciously, he felt fear. He seemed to have done something foolish; the young man before him was not someone he could provoke.
However, this man was a typical fool.
He shook his head and threw that feeling to the back of his mind. The other party was all alone, and besides, he was only a mere Rogue Cultivator. Would he really dare provoke a disciple of Azure Cloud Mountain?
And there were three people on his side. If they came to blows, no matter how one looked at it, there was no reason they would fall into a disadvantage.
Thinking this, his courage swelled at once. He puffed out his chest and took a talisman from his robes.
"A Heart-Questioning Talisman?" Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes.
"That's right, brat. I didn't expect you to actually recognize it." The yellow-robed cultivator looked arrogant. "That works out well. Saves this grandpa the trouble of explaining. Stick this talisman on yourself, then answer our questions. If you don't lie, this grandpa will naturally spare your life."
Lin Xuan had seen fools before, but never anyone foolish to such a degree. He was so furious he laughed instead. Who did this idiot think he