"Star Realm expert?"
A trace of hesitation entered Zun Wuyin's voice.
Without solid evidence, no matter how Qin Shaofeng dressed up his words with flowers and brocade, he would not have cared in the slightest.
He could vaguely sense the aura emanating from the Emperor Sword.
What was more, he could sense that within the Emperor Sword lurked an existence that filled him with terror even when he merely probed it from afar.
Not to mention the exceedingly dense aura on Ya'er.
Even though Ya'er, as a sword spirit, could not wield that kind of power, the fact that her aura had merely been tainted by it was enough to prove that thirty percent of Qin Shaofeng's words were true.
Thirty percent was already a great deal to him.
Zun Wuyin began to sink into thought.
There was a thirty percent chance that it was true. The greater possibility was that Qin Shaofeng was using the aura of that so-called expert to swindle him.
Even if he believed it, the latter possibility was preferable.
Even if the expert inside that sword was not some ferocious beast akin to an artifact spirit, or some other impossible existence, it could never possibly be under Qin Shaofeng's control.
But that was only a guess, after all.
What if it truly was not as he imagined?
After a long while.
Zun Wuyin's voice finally drifted out. "Qin Shaofeng, this old man is willing to make a wager with you."
"Oh? What wager?"
The smile on Qin Shaofeng's face did not diminish in the slightest.
Subduing this batch of Ghost Cultivators would naturally bring him tremendous benefits, but even if he killed them all, it would only benefit him.
He truly did not care what Zun Wuyin thought.
Hearing that laughter brimming with confidence—or rather,