"Hmph! Friend! Keep your nose out of other people's business! Have you heard that saying?" Seeing that the newcomer also appeared to be at the Core Condensation Stage, the three men relaxed somewhat. Nur addressed him coldly.
The newcomer was naturally Li Xiaoya, who had followed them and witnessed them murder their victim to silence him. He did not particularly care about the skinny cultivator's death. Judging by the man's aura, he had been no decent sort anyway, and his fondness for showing off had gotten him killed. But Nur, who had failed to ambush Li Xiaoya last time, had now run into him again. Whether that meant Li Xiaoya was lucky or Nur was unlucky, he could not say. He sneered inwardly, but drawled aloud, "Ah! You misunderstand, fellow Daoist. This old man has no time to meddle in your affairs. It just so happens that I have some use for that thousand-year mystic crystal. Would you three be willing to give it to me? Consider it hush money, how about that?" As it happened, Li Xiaoya really did have a use for the thousand-year mystic crystal: it was one of the materials needed to make the Teleportation Armor.
"Hush money?" Nur repeated coldly. He gave Li Xiaoya a scornful look, but inwardly his heart bobbed up and down with unease. This fellow dared to approach the three of them alone and demand something, and none of them had noticed him appearing silently beside them. How could that not alarm him? At that thought, his tone immediately softened. "Heh heh, if you need it, fellow Daoist, you may certainly have it!" He paused, then continued, "But we brothers worked hard for so long. Surely you wouldn't let us suffer a loss? Name a price, and I'll consider it!"
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