"Does Young Master Mo no longer wish to reclaim these things?"
Yet at that moment, Wang Xuanfeng's voice rang out once more.
Lin Xuan looked at Wang Xuanfeng, his gaze turning strange.
"Are you fucking done yet? Are you just going to keep fleecing the same person? Are you trying to drive him straight to his death?"
Lin Xuan could not help but grumble inwardly, once again sensing just how black-hearted Wang Xuanfeng was.
Lin Xuan could not help looking toward Mo Wenxin and Fourth Master, who had already turned away.
The two had frozen, then slowly turned back around, the resentment soaring from them nearly solid enough to take shape.
"Great Emperor Xuanfeng, enough is enough!" Fourth Master said in a low voice.
Mo Wenxin appeared somewhat calmer, but his tone was equally frigid.
"What else does Great Emperor Xuanfeng think I can possibly produce?"
"Heh..."
Wang Xuanfeng grinned. "What are you saying, Young Master Mo? The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion has a long inheritance. I have admired it for quite some time."
The implication was that whatever Wang Xuanfeng wanted, Mo Wenxin definitely had it.
"No need!"
Mo Wenxin swept his hand, feeling as though he was about to explode with rage, then abruptly turned and rose into the air.
Fourth Master did not linger either, following close behind him.
Wang Xuanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his indifferent voice suddenly carried out.
"What if Young Master Mo gave it his all? So long as he wins, everything will be returned."
"Old Wang!" Lin Xuan finally could not hold back any longer.
"Are you serious?"
Unfortunately, Wang Xuanfeng merely gave him an inexplicable glance before looking at Mo Wenxin and Fourth Master, who had frozen in midair once more.
"Great Emperor Xuanfeng, are you serious?"
Mo Wenxin asked in