Tang Lan did not make a move immediately. Instead, he shook his head and said, "I'm not finished. This time, I want three Ninth-Rank Soul Tools. If you can't produce three, I won't help you."
Tang Lan raised three fingers as he spoke.
"What? Three? You... are you fucking playing with me?!"
The Silver Moon Werewolf Yuan Jing had transformed into roared furiously. After slamming the Rock Armor Battle Bear back, he turned and glared at Tang Lan with rage written across his face.
After holding it in for so long, he finally could not stop himself from swearing.
He had only known that the young man before him was greedy. He had never imagined Tang Lan's greed had reached such a crazed extent.
Yet Tang Lan had his own considerations at this moment. He did not truly intend to fleece the Radiant Dragon Sect.
Rather, he knew his opportunity had arrived. Now was the best time to seize that Three-Eyed Macaque.
From the battle between Yuan Jing and the middle-aged man opposite him, Tang Lan could see that Yuan Jing's gaze would occasionally drift toward the other younger members of the Radiant Dragon Sect.
And ever since Long Heng and Yi Chong had begun fighting, he had not spared a single glance for the battle of the Radiant Dragon Sect's number one genius.
Instead, his gaze would unconsciously flick toward that Radiant Dragon Sect girl.
At that moment, the girl and a young man were using Soul Tools to engage in a long-range battle with two people from the Water Moon Realm.
Tang Lan saw through their little scheme almost at a glance.
Yuan Jing must have placed the Soul Gathering Bag on this girl.
With that thought, the Ancient Dragon Wings behind Tang Lan's back flapped, and he