"If you're making these unreasonable demands just to toy with me, Senior, then forgive me for not keeping you company." After Lin Xuan said this, he flicked his sleeve and was about to turn and leave.
"Kid, wait!" Seeing Lin Xuan was going to leave, Hundred Poisons Divine Lord grew frantic. But his ruined body had clearly been placed under some kind of restriction; he actually could not leave that green liquid. Lin Xuan, for his part, looked firmly set on going, and step by step, he was already moving away from the stone chamber.
"Are you really going to leave? Don't you want to know the secret of my Ink Moon Tribe's clan-protecting treasure?"
"Clan-protecting treasure?" Lin Xuan stopped. Ghost Emperor Haotian had fallen into trouble precisely because of this. The item was definitely no small matter, so Lin Xuan naturally had a bit of interest.
"Just what is Senior's identity? Shouldn't that so-called clan-protecting treasure be handed over to the Alliance Grand Elder, Old Ancestor Hun Yuan, for safekeeping?" Lin Xuan turned back and asked, doubt on his face.
"The Alliance Grand Elder? If that treacherous thief hadn't plotted against this Divine Lord, how could it ever have been his turn to sit in that position? Old Ancestor Hun Yuan is nothing but an ungrateful piece of trash." Hundred Poisons Divine Lord was extremely agitated. If his feet had not been cut off, he would surely already have been stamping and cursing.
Trash?
Lin Xuan listened, dumbstruck.
Although from the other party's demands, he could easily tell the two had a grudge, calling him a treacherous thief or a bastard would have been one thing, but this way of cursing him as trash was far too peculiar. And looking at the other man's disdainful expression, it really did