Yang Xue'er's eyes immediately lit up, and she said delightedly, "Yes, yes!"
"Such a precious treasure, and you're actually willing to give it to me, Senior Brother Lin. You're so generous!"
"When I find a good treasure to buy, I'll be sure to share it with you too!"
Lin Mo recalled the bottle of Foundation Establishment Cultivator blood Yang Xue'er had bought at the auction, and his stomach churned.
Fortunately, Yang Xue'er had finished drinking it before the auction ended.
Otherwise, if she actually brought it out to share with him now, he really would not have known what to do.
Yang Xue'er clearly had a favorable impression of Lin Mo. As they chatted and laughed, she even linked her arm through his.
Gongsun Fu followed behind, her cheeks slightly puffed and a hint of jealousy on her face. For the sake of the bigger picture, however, she could only swallow it.
As they walked, an angry roar suddenly came from ahead, accompanied by a murderous blast of wind from a punch.
"Bastard, let go of Junior Sister Xue'er!"
Lin Mo frowned slightly and instinctively twisted aside, dodging the oncoming blast.
He steadied himself and looked closely. A tall, powerfully built young man had planted himself before them, bristling with hostility.
The eyes beneath his black mask fixed on Yang Xue'er's arm linked through Lin Mo's. "Who are you? How dare you get so close to my Junior Sister Xue'er!" he snarled.
Lin Mo was bewildered. Who was this fellow?
Yang Xue'er stepped forward and snapped, "Song Ming, stop spouting nonsense! Who's your Junior Sister Xue'er?"
"Junior Sister Xue'er, you... how could you do this?"
Song Ming's face filled with grief and indignation. "I've pursued you so earnestly for so long, yet you've always turned a blind eye and a