Song Yan did not answer him. Sword Qi merely surged, spreading through his eyes.
He examined the old man in blue robes with the Void-Viewing Sword Eye, assessing his strength.
Silence reigned.
With no one answering, the old man grew somewhat annoyed. Only then did his gaze lock onto the young figure on the cliff. He snorted, his voice rolling in waves. "You there, junior! Were you the one who killed Zhao Kui?"
"A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet you have no idea how high heaven is or how deep the earth!"
His voice echoed through the valley, but Song Yan still did not answer. Seemingly having made some decision, he dismissed the Void-Viewing Sword Eye.
Seeing that he still refused to answer, the old man assumed he had been cowed by his overwhelming presence, and sneered inwardly all the more.
"Junior, talent is a good thing, but don't imagine you can run rampant everywhere in the cultivation world as you would in your Lineage or sect."
"The Abandoned City has its own rules. Once here, you ought to coil up and lie low, and obey them."
"Hand over that grandfather and grandson, along with the Ancient Tag, at once. Considering how hard you must have worked for your cultivation, I might show some mercy—cripple your cultivation and spare your life!"
The Rogue Cultivator Association disciples who had fled back had naturally reported everything that happened that day to him exactly as it occurred.
This old man was named Duan Zhongxing, one of the Rogue Cultivator Association's three False Core Realm cultivators. Having once spent time in the Luo Abyss, he naturally knew the value of the Bing-Character Ancient Tally.
Leaving everything else aside, in the black markets of any region of the Luozhanyuan Abyss, a jade tally engraved with