"So you hadn't left. I thought you'd been scared off."
Chen Lin stared expressionlessly at the Shadow Monster, holding the Xuanwu Shield in one hand and the Cold Moon Saber in the other, his full attention fixed on preparing for battle.
The other party knew he had broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm yet had remained here, so he certainly had something to rely on. Chen Lin could not let his improved cultivation make him arrogant.
Besides, he was currently suffering the backlash of the Fortunate Art. If he could avoid fighting, that would be best.
The Shadow Monster studied Chen Lin and said gravely, "You certainly have a few tricks. You actually found life by throwing yourself into the jaws of death, and even broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm. Your qi luck is far from ordinary."
Without waiting for Chen Lin to answer, he continued, "That beast bone of mine belongs to the Demon Race. It's useless to you even if you take it. Why don't we make a trade?"
"What kind of trade?"
Chen Lin's eyes flickered, and the question slipped out.
At the same time, he could not help inwardly reflecting that among cultivators, cultivation truly dictated everything. When he had been at the Golden Core Stage, the other party had not even bothered to exchange another word with him before attacking with lethal force.
Now that he had become a Nascent Soul Cultivator, the other party's attitude had changed dramatically. Instead of arrogantly demanding that he hand the item over, he was proposing a trade.
The Shadow Monster glanced at Chen Lin and said, "Now that you're a Nascent Soul Cultivator, your chances of advancing to the Spirit Transformation Realm in this realm are practically nonexistent, so you won't be able to leave