Three days later, Linggan Zhenjun had received quite a few rewards from the White Snake clan. That day, he left the clan feeling immensely pleased with himself.
He had only just left the White Snake clan when, in the mountains ahead, a man in white was already waiting for him.
"Master White Ling?" Linggan Zhenjun approached with a broad smile.
White Ling turned slightly and said with a light laugh, "Linggan Zhenjun."
Linggan Zhenjun smiled. "Master White Ling, why are you waiting here?"
White Ling chuckled. "I came here especially to wait for Linggan Zhenjun. I wanted to borrow something from you."
Linggan Zhenjun said with great interest, "The White Snake clan is one of the eight great Demon Races in the Han Hai Demon Kingdom, with foundations so deep they are unfathomable. It also enjoys the Demon Emperor's favor. And Master White Ling is the White Snake clan's legitimate eldest son, with everything he could ever want at his fingertips. What could this old man possibly have that Master White Ling would want to borrow?"
White Ling laughed softly. "Of course you have something. Your head!"
Hiss—
Hearing this, Linggan Zhenjun's mind suddenly tightened. He stared wide-eyed at White Ling and said, "Master White Ling, I haven't offended the White Snake clan, have I? Why do you want my life?"
White Ling sneered. "Linggan Zhenjun, you just said it yourself. My White Snake clan is one of the eight great Demon Races. If we want someone's life, can't we take it whenever we please?"
"Will you obediently hand it over yourself, or shall I come and take it personally?"
White Ling's eyes gradually turned cold.
"Looks like Master White Ling doesn't intend to let me off today. Very well. Let this old man see whether Master White Ling, whom