Broken Sword Tribe! Black Sword Hall!
Lin Bai stood on a tree branch a hundred meters behind the black shadow, coldly watching the black-robed martial artists emerge from the forest.
There were seventeen black-robed martial artists in total. All of them wore black clothes, black robes, and black bamboo hats, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.
Yet they shared another terrifying trait: every one of them possessed the power fluctuations of the fifth or sixth layer of the Death Reversal Realm. Their strength was utterly horrifying!
One of them had even reached the ninth layer of the Death Reversal Realm!
"Who are they?" Lin Bai asked as he looked at the black shadow.
The black shadow gave a mocking laugh but did not answer Lin Bai. Instead, he said to the seventeen black-robed martial artists below, "I've already brought the man to you. What about the matter you promised me?"
Among the seventeen black-robed martial artists, the one at the ninth layer of the Death Reversal Realm said, "Thank you. We naturally won't forget what we promised you. Rest assured and go back to wait. At dawn tomorrow, someone will deliver it to you."
"However, I still want to ask you something. We tried every possible means to lure Lin Bai out, yet we couldn't do it. How did you manage it?"
The martial artist at the ninth layer of the Death Reversal Realm asked curiously.
The black shadow smiled. "When you first found me, I had already begun watching Lin Bai's every move. Three days later, I secretly overheard him asking about Li Subai in the Intent Cultivation Valley."
"After that, I went over and tested the waters by asking him a few questions. Who would have thought that Saint Lin Bai really cared about Li Subai?