Nine Transformations Divine Silkworm

"Lord Tian Qiong, everyone from my Wu Ling Clan has been pursuing a spiritual creature. Just to capture it, we spent an entire year searching and setting up the formation. We were just about to succeed, but this brat snatched the fruits of our labor. Not only did he refuse to return the spiritual creature, he even insulted us. We already told him that we belonged to the territory of the Baiyue Divine Kingdom, but he didn't put the Baiyue Divine Kingdom in his eyes at all."

The bald man spoke in a fury. Yi Yun paid no attention to his embellishments. What concerned him was that the Lord Tian Qiong the bald man had addressed was actually only at the Venerable Mid-stage cultivation level.

This cultivation was the same as the bald man's.

Although they were both at the Venerable Mid-stage, the bald man had faintly placed himself in the position of a junior.

This inevitably made Yi Yun curious about the strength of this "Lord Tian Qiong."

"You took the Wu Ling Clan's spiritual creature?"

Tian Qiong looked at the Seven-Colored Small Snake on Yi Yun's shoulder. He guessed that even though the bald man had deliberately drawn hatred toward Yi Yun, the general course of events he had described was probably true.

Yi Yun said with a smile, "I didn't take it. The spiritual creature they were chasing ran onto my shoulder of its own accord."

At that, the people from the Wu Ling Clan were dumbfounded. They had been too furious to think carefully about this just now. Come to think of it, why had the spiritual creature stopped on Yi Yun's shoulder?

Tian Qiong's expression darkened slightly. He did not want to quibble with Yi Yun over this matter. "Don't challenge my patience. Hand over