Mo Yijian slowly walked toward Luo Zheng, a faint smile still hanging on his face.
Every movement he made seemed careless, yet he controlled his emotions with perfect ease.
"We meet again," Mo Yijian said.
Luo Zheng glanced at him, then said, "You still haven't paid me for my sword—eight million divine crystals."
"Do you have to be so petty? I haven't sold any Enlightenment Sword Spirit Liquid these past few months. I've let you earn so many divine crystals," Mo Yijian said with a laugh.
Luo Zheng shrugged. "That was money I earned through my own ability. It wasn't a gift from you."
Mo Yijian had warned Luo Zheng, but after returning to the Heartflow Sword School, someone had likewise warned Mo Yijian.
There were around a dozen people in the Heavenly Palace who could produce Enlightenment Sword Spirit Liquid, yet the privilege had still been granted to Mo Yijian.
Over the past few years, Mo Yijian had accumulated quite a fortune through this privilege. Naturally, someone had asked him to transfer it to Luo Zheng...
"Paying you a mere few million divine crystals isn't a problem. The prerequisite is that you have the strength to defeat me. I wonder how long that will take?" Mo Yijian's brows lifted slightly, and the provocation in his voice became unmistakable.
Among the disciples of the Heartflow Sword School, no one had yet been able to stand against Mo Yijian.
All these years, he had never found anyone within the Heartflow Sword School who could threaten him. In fact, among disciples of the same generation throughout the Heavenly Palace, there were only two or three such people.
But now, it seemed there was another...
"I'm in no hurry over this debt, of course. But I believe it won't take too long," Luo