Lin Ciyan's Three Conditions

Mu En looked at Lin Ciyan, who had remained silent beside him, and added, "The person leading our side will be decided by Lin Ciyan."

After hearing this, Jing Hongchen bowed once more. "It's a deal."

As he straightened, his gaze shifted to the youth seated on the low stool beside Elder Mu.

Their eyes met. Jing Hongchen's eyelid twitched involuntarily.

"Captain Lin..." Jing Hongchen's voice carried a distinct note of anticipation.

"For this exchange, I hope Captain Lin Ciyan can come along as well. Mingde Hall will eagerly await your arrival."

Lin Ciyan had just raised his teacup to his lips. Hearing this, he did not pause, taking a sip before the corner of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.

He lifted his eyes, his black gaze still three parts languid and seven parts composed. "Hall Master, you flatter me."

"Mingde Hall is the continent's holy land of Soul Tools. With my mere Soul Emperor cultivation, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to find the door."

Jing Hongchen's mouth twitched again.

A mere Soul Emperor?

When this "mere Soul Emperor" had beaten the Sun Moon Team so badly at the Star Luo arena that they could barely tell north from south, the expression on his face upon receiving the report had been exceedingly complicated.

This year's Sun Moon Team was already the strongest they had had in a century, and they even possessed that strange Dark Badge...

No one would believe that he could not even find the door.

"Captain Lin is too modest. With your talent, Mingde Hall's resources can be opened fully to you. Whether it is the Soul Tool crafting workshops, the material vaults, or the central library, all will be available to you."

Lin Ciyan remained unmoved. He set his teacup back on the small