Water-Moon Grotto-Heaven.
When Yin Zhong saw Lin Lang appear before him, holding the Spirit Mirror he had yearned for, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
"Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming? I have no quarrel with you. This feud is between me, the Tong Clan, and the Long Clan. Please stay out of it."
"The Spirit Mirror is my clan's inherited divine artifact. Return it to me, and I will owe you a favor."
Yin Zhong believed he had already been very polite. Although he now went by Yin Zhong, his surname had once been Tong, and the Tong Clan's blood still flowed through his veins.
Once he retrieved the Spirit Mirror, his injuries would heal, and his strength could rise to another level.
A favor from him was also extremely valuable.
Lin Lang scoffed. "The Spirit Mirror is mine. Why should I give it to you?"
"Tong Zhan, didn't you promise to give me this Spirit Mirror?"
Tong Zhan struggled to his feet. "Lord Imperial Preceptor, my promise was that if you found the Spirit Mirror, and it was willing to leave with you, I would not stop you."
"It said it was willing. Because if it wasn't, I would destroy it." Lin Lang turned to Yin Zhong. "Did you hear that?"
"You want something of mine, yet you act as though you're making a concession. Don't you find that ridiculous?"
Yin Zhong's expression grew increasingly ugly. "Tong Zhan, you actually handed our clan's inherited divine artifact to an outsider!"
"I said the Tong Clan would be destroyed by you people. I was right."
"The Tong Clan should have obeyed me. If you had handed over the Spirit Mirror sooner, would you have needed to hide in a place like this?"
"Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming, lend me the Spirit Mirror