Chen Lin watched from a distance and saw that Su Chenyu had taken out a token made of white bone, its shape decidedly peculiar.
"The Xuanming Token?"
Nanmen Wuji frowned when he saw the token in Su Chenyu's hand.
"That's right. A token belonging to your sect master, Li Xuanming. Surely you recognize it, Fellow Daoist Nanmen?"
Su Chenyu waved the token.
Nanmen Wuji sneered. "What, you think taking out the sect master's token will intimidate me? Never mind a mere token-even if Li Xuanming were here, no one could stop me if I wanted to kill you!"
"You!"
Shocked and furious, Su Chenyu stared at Nanmen Wuji. "You won't even acknowledge your Dark Yin Sect's sect master token? Could it be that Senior Li Xuanming is no longer the sect master?"
Nanmen Wuji glanced at Su Chenyu and scoffed. "Do you think those verbal jabs will work on me? They only make you look like a clown hopping about on a stage. No wonder Luo Qinglan has no interest in you!"
"However, I can give Luo Qinglan some face today, as recognition of her becoming a Golden Core Cultivator."
Nanmen Wuji glanced at Chen Lin in the distance and said indifferently, "You must be here for the Burning Lotus True Fire Baleful Intent, while we're here for the Cold Nether Flame. Let well water stay out of river water. We can each take what we need."
Without waiting for Su Chenyu to respond, he beckoned and led the other two toward the far side of the swamp.
Seeing them leave, Su Chenyu looked as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Their attitude and words were deeply unpleasant, but that did not matter as long as they did not interfere with removing the sect master's inner demon.