Careless. I was far too careless!
With Black-Robed Yang having seen through his identity, Lin Mo cursed himself inwardly, regretting it so bitterly his guts nearly turned green.
He had never been willing to throw away this outfit. This was not the Azure Cloud Sect's Black Market, so he had thought wearing it would be foolproof. He had never expected something like this to happen.
The cultivation world was so vast, and the Longevity Domain was so far from the Azure Cloud Sect. Black-Robed Yang could have gone anywhere-why did he have to turn up at the Hundred Blessings Market?
"What, don't recognize me anymore? Du Zhong is my senior brother. I'm Yang Jie!"
Seeing Lin Mo standing there without a word, Yang Jie assumed he was deliberately pretending not to recognize him. He simply removed his mask, revealing a rather handsome, lean face.
He waved a hand in front of Lin Mo's face and chuckled. "This isn't your Azure Cloud Sect's Black Market. There's no need to hide."
"Come on, tell me. Did you bring any spirit fruit? I'll be breaking through to the ninth layer of Qi Refining soon, and those Mutant Spirit Fruits of yours are just what I need. The more, the better!"
Lin Mo remained silent, his thoughts racing.
Something's wrong. Very wrong!
Du Zhong, or Black-Robed Du, claimed to be a disciple of the Penglai Commerce Association. As his junior brother, Yang Jie naturally should have been one too.
In that case, shouldn't they have handed the Mutant Spirit Fruits they bought from him in the Black Market over to the association's higher-ups or a branch manager?
Yet Yang Jie's words clearly implied that he had used all those Mutant Spirit Fruits himself, without handing over a single one!
And another thing...
Last time,