Why won't you get lost, you damn pest?!
Lu Yang stopped where he stood and let out a deep sigh. He could not even be bothered to make a move. After all, no matter how Sky Soaring, a Great True Lord, attacked, it would only be asking for humiliation.
"How long have you been lurking there, Senior?" Lu Yang asked softly.
"Not long."
Sky Soaring smiled faintly. "I had merely finished all the preparations and came to take a look out of idleness. I did not expect to witness such an entertaining show."
As he spoke, he pinched the speck of light in his hand again and asked curiously, "Fellow Daoist, you previously demanded my Gold Nature, and now you fought Old Dragon Lord so fiercely, all for this tiny bit of Gold Nature. What use could it possibly have for you? By all reason, you should be avoiding it like the plague."
"Oh? Why?" Lu Yang replied casually.
"Because Fellow Daoist cultivates the ancient method, naturally." Sky Soaring's tone was matter-of-fact. "An Ancient Method Golden Core should avoid Gold Nature like the plague."
"No need for Senior to trouble yourself over that."
Lu Yang spread his hands. "Enough. Just tell me what you want. What must I pay to obtain this strand of Gold Nature?"
In his view, since Sky Soaring had not crushed this incense avatar of his to death while snatching Old Dragon Lord's Gold Nature, there was still room for negotiation. Or rather, Sky Soaring had seized Old Dragon Lord's Gold Nature precisely because he wanted a bargaining chip to negotiate with him.
And indeed, that was the case.
Sky Soaring's gaze flickered slightly. Although he had once again gained an absolute advantage over Lu Yang, he did not dare underestimate this bastard in the slightest.