The young man did not look very old. He wore a yellow robe and had a somewhat bloated figure.
Two old men with towering auras followed behind him.
The young man came before Xu Zimo, patted the Dark Sky Tiger on the back, and said with a smile, "Friend, your mount looks quite good.
It seems to have some ancient wilderness bloodline in it."
"It was a gift from someone else," Xu Zimo said with a smile and a nod.
"Then name your price, friend. Sell it to me—I quite like this mount," the young man said with a smile.
"Not for sale." Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.
"Friend, do you know who I am?" the young man asked Xu Zimo with a light laugh.
"Have we met?" Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
Upon hearing Xu Zimo's words, Wang Huikun beside him gently tugged at his sleeve.
He reminded him in a low voice, "His name is Fei Yu Changhong. His older sister is Fei Yu Qingyun."
Xu Zimo thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Never heard of them."
"You haven't heard of Fei Yu Qingyun? She's Xiang Kunlun's fiancée," Wang Huikun hurriedly explained.
"Who the hell is Xiang Kunlun?" Xu Zimo felt thoroughly bewildered.
Wang Huikun looked at Xu Zimo as though he were a monster. Only after a long while did he squeeze out a few words.
"The current Holy Son of the Heavenly Emperor Sect."
"Oh." Xu Zimo nodded calmly upon hearing that, then asked, "Am I very familiar with him?"
"Probably not. After all, someone like that isn't someone we can come into contact with," Wang Huikun guessed.
"Since we're not familiar, why should I sell my mount to him?
Because he's uglier than me?" Xu Zimo asked doubtfully.
"Friend, why do