Xia Luo laughed. "Not entirely. They might even try to recruit you. But you did one thing right: you didn't reveal the White Night Clan's battle technique. Otherwise, you'd be dead."
Lu Yin narrowed his eyes. Even when things had been difficult in his fight with Qing Yu, he hadn't revealed the White Night Fist. The White Night Clan's inherited battle technique could never be allowed to leak. Once it was exposed, not only would the White Night Clan come after him, other powers in the universe might also try to force him to reveal how he'd obtained the White Night Clan's technique. That would be the real trouble.
Lulu Mebis had the Mebis Clan backing her, so even the White Night Clan couldn't do anything about her. But what about Xia Luo?
Thinking of this, Lu Yin looked at Xia Luo seriously. "I'm curious. What did you get?"
Xia Luo smiled. "Something useless."
Just then, a figure came slowly around the corner. Lu Yin and Xia Luo both looked over and saw a head of short silver hair.
"What a coincidence, you two," Silver greeted them with a cheerful smile, acting as if they were old friends.
Lu Yin's heart skipped a beat. There it was again—that inexplicable sense of danger. He didn't know why, but every time he faced Silver, he felt it, even though he was far stronger now than he'd been that night in Jinling.
Xia Luo's expression grew unusually serious for a moment. Then he turned and left without saying another word to Silver.
Lu Yin was surprised.
Silver approached Lu Yin and stopped three meters away. "I heard you almost killed Qing Yu during the trial. Congratulations."
Lu Yin's lips curved up. "You're too kind. Qing Yu was pretty good. He barely managed to