"Sorry, fellow Daoist, but I can't help you with this."
"We're neither kin nor friends. You'd best find someone else."
Eyeing the black box in the man's hand, Ye Lin refused outright.
This man was from the Demon-Monster Realm, of which Ye Lin had heard a little.
He had been refused entry by the Heavenly Sword Sect, and now he wanted to present the sect with a lavish gift?
Even a fool could tell there was something fishy about this.
"Fellow Daoist, you won't even help with such a tiny favor? Could it be that you people look down on my Demon-Monster Realm as well?"
Hearing Ye Lin's righteous refusal, Mo Cang's expression shifted slightly.
He had barely finished speaking before Ye Lin rejected him, leaving him not even a shred of face.
"Whether I look down on you or not isn't important. Face is earned by oneself, not handed over by others."
"Besides, we're neither kin nor friends. Why should I help you?"
"We have matters to attend to. Please step aside, fellow Daoist."
At this moment, there was a trace of firmness in Ye Lin's tone.
"Since that is the case, I shouldn't trouble you any further, fellow Daoist."
"Farewell."
Mo Cang gave Ye Lin a deep look before turning and leaving.
"Is something wrong with that guy?"
Bao Xiaotou, standing behind Ye Lin, could not help but complain.
"Whether something is wrong with him or not, one thing is certain—he definitely meant no good."
"Let's go. There's no need to dwell on this."
Looking in the direction Mo Cang had departed, Ye Lin also found the encounter rather baffling, but he did not pursue the matter.
He treated him as nothing more than an ordinary passerby.
Several dozen breaths later, Ye Lin arrived at the Heavenly Sword