"Kid, I admit defeat. What do you want?"
Hearing the Azure Dragon's words, Xu Zimo replied, "What? Do you think there's anything here worthy of catching my eye?"
The Azure Dragon's expression shifted slightly. In truth, he knew what Xu Zimo wanted, but he still clung to a sliver of hope.
"I already made an agreement with He Feiyang over that item. Could you choose something else?" the Azure Dragon asked.
"He Feiyang? The City Lord of Tianfeng City?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Not him, but the founder of Purple Cloud Holy Land.
That unparalleled genius you speak of.
Though they share the same name, they are not the same person," the Azure Dragon said, shaking his head.
"Now that's interesting. The City Lord of Tianfeng City actually shares a name with Purple Cloud Holy Land's ancestor," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"I can't tell you about this. I swore a blood oath. Even if you kill me, I cannot tell you," the Azure Dragon said seriously.
He was not lying. If he told Xu Zimo, he would still be walking down a dead-end road.
"Don't worry. Even if you don't tell me, I can still guess," Xu Zimo said.
"Give me that item, and I'll leave."
The Azure Dragon hesitated briefly before finally nodding.
The next moment, the sight before Xu Zimo vanished, and he returned to the pavilion.
The Azure Dragon's head shattered, and a streak of radiant light flew out from within.
Xu Zimo was quick of eye and swift of hand, directly seizing the radiant light in his palm.
After the Azure Dragon Platform shattered, it unexpectedly did not restore itself.
This left the surrounding crowd somewhat astonished. The Azure Dragon Platform had never encountered such a situation before.
"What's going on?" The onlookers began whispering