The Rules of Dark Mountain

"Speaking of boundary tokens, old Yao, how long did you intend to keep holding on to yours? Surely you didn't think Mr. Xu had forgotten."

Mu Shentong chimed in at just the right moment.

Yao Junchi's old face flushed crimson. If the murderous glint in his eyes could kill, Mu Shentong would already have been hacked into mincemeat. He produced the boundary token and respectfully held it out to Xu Yi. "Brother Mu, you misunderstand. I've wanted to return the token to Mr. Xu for a long time; I just never had a chance to bring it up. Now that I've come to my senses, I know the outside world is beyond the reach of ordinary people like us. It's only right that a man like Mr. Xu, a dragon among men, should venture there. If I kept this token, it would be a waste of a treasure."

A Soul Sensing Ancestor had spent a hundred years in this world. That alone was enough to smooth away his rough edges. Men like him were experts at protecting themselves.

At that moment, Yao Junchi wanted nothing more than to swallow Mu Shentong alive, yet he still had to greet him with a smile.

As for Xu Yi, Yao Junchi had never forgotten the debt of his nephew's murder. It was a blood feud. But for now, the situation was stronger than he was, leaving him no room to maneuver.

Fortunately, returning the boundary token had always been part of his plan, so handing it over now did not bother him much.

His bottom line, and the one thing he still hoped to hold on to, was the Spirit-Beating Whip, which he had painstakingly refined.

If it were an ordinary treasure, he might have worried Xu Yi would seize it. But the