The air in the small courtyard turned tense, as though swords had been drawn and bows pulled taut.
Old Man Mu's face darkened, and a cold glint flashed in his murky eyes.
He had lived nearly two hundred years. As an elder of Imperial Court Mountain and a mighty Martial King, when had anyone ever pointed a finger in his face and cursed him like this?
"You... you have some nerve!"
His aura surged, and the pressure of a Martial King bore down on Li Yun like a tangible force.
But the Dragon Soul merely raised its head. A faint glow glimmered in its eyes, and the pressure stopped thirty feet away.
Li Yun did not so much as sway. He stood there calmly, his expression unchanged.
A sneer curled his lips.
"Old Mu, I respect your age, so I call you Old Mu. But being old doesn't give you the right to throw your weight around. It certainly doesn't give you the right to barge into someone else's home and shamelessly seize what isn't yours."
He pointed to the Dragon Soul on his shoulder.
"It chose me as its master. That makes it my companion. You want to steal my companion, and you expect me to be grateful? Where's the sense in that?"
Old Man Mu took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.
He knew he had acted rashly.
He had underestimated the young Eastern Splendor Stronghold Chief's headstrong pride and overestimated how much his status as a Martial King, and Imperial Court Mountain's name, would intimidate him.
Now he had botched things. The two sides had nearly become outright enemies.
That left him at a disadvantage.
Within the Crouching Dragon Mountains, the Dragon Soul ruled supreme.
He might be a Martial King, but he was old. His