"Since you're here, why not show yourself?" Lu Xiaotian's shadow was reflected beneath the moonlight as he released his spiritual sense to track the demonic shadow. It was exceedingly bizarre; even with his powerful Primordial Spirit, he couldn't fully pinpoint its whereabouts.
"Lu Xiaotian, I don't want to be your enemy, but I'm not afraid of you either. Jia Xiaolin is working for me. Return the Shadow-Gathering Devil Gourd to me, and we'll call our account settled." The demonic shadow twisted in midair. A faint voice drifted into Lu Xiaotian's ears.
"Was the Shadow-Gathering Devil Gourd in Jia Xiaolin's Sumeru Ring?" Lu Xiaotian asked in surprise.
"Take a look and see for yourself," the voice replied.
"I really didn't notice it." Lu Xiaotian shook his head. "Besides, you and I could be friends or foes. Even if I have it, why should I hand that demonic beast over to you? You're dreaming if you think I'll do that."
As Lu Xiaotian spoke, his eyes narrowed. From that faint demonic shadow, he sensed a familiar aura.
That aura bore a faint resemblance to the demonic blood filth he had encountered before.
"So you mean to keep it for yourself? It's useless to you. Why invite trouble?" the demonic shadow said coldly.
"Even if I can't use it, I'm not in the habit of casually giving things away." Lu Xiaotian shook his head. Jia Xiaolin was dead, and the other party sounded so certain that Lu Xiaotian couldn't deny it even if he wanted to. But the fact that his opponent hadn't attacked outright gave him some confidence. If the other party were truly sure of victory, why be so polite? They probably couldn't do anything to him. And if so, why should Lu Xiaotian fear them?
"Very well. I hope you