Wu Qiu sat in the chair in his room, his face dark with Baleful Intent as he said, "That bastard is obviously trying to go head-to-head with me. Python Dragon Transformation could originally have been bought for one hundred thousand points, but now the bids have already reached two hundred thousand!"
"Which fellow Daoist is that? Could you come out and meet me?"
Wu Qiu stood by the window and looked in Lin Bai's direction.
There were many rooms in that direction, and Wu Qiu could not tell which one the voice had come from.
"You want to meet me? Heh, do you think I'm afraid of you?" Lin Bai stood up from his chair with a cold expression and walked to the window. Looking toward Wu Qiu, he sneered, "Wu Qiu, long time no see."
"It's you!" When Wu Qiu saw Lin Bai's figure, he immediately cried out, "You're actually still alive?"
That day in Dragon Burial Ravine, Wu Qiu had already discovered that members of the Demon Race from the Seventy-Two Caves were there. Even he had been forced to flee in a sorry state. How had Lin Bai, who had been trapped inside, managed to escape?
Wu Qiu found this difficult to understand.
Lin Bai looked at Wu Qiu, cold laughter rippling across his face.
The grudge between him and Wu Qiu could be traced all the way back to the Divine Martial Nation.
Back then, Wu Qiu had gone to the Divine Martial Nation and taken a liking to Bai Xiaoxiao's beauty. Later, relying on the fact that he was a disciple of Divine Relic Ridge and the chief senior disciple of the Hatchling Dragon Academy, he had forcibly made Bai Huatian dissolve the engagement between Lin Bai and Bai Xiaoxiao.
Lin Bai had yet to