The man in green laughed, “It seems like this fellow daoist is not a fool.”0

Face darkening, Meng Xingzi glared at the man in green before saying to Lin Xun, “Brother Lin, that fiend spirit is as crafty and deceitful as a demon. He’s deliberately sowing discord between...”0

Lin Xun cut him off, “I’ll give you one last chance.” His voice was more chilling than before. 0

Sweat beaded on Meng Xingzi’s forehead as he stumbled in a state of panic, “Brother Lin, you…what are you suspecting? Don’t be fooled by that evil creature!”0

Unfortunately, the man in green on the mountain summit spoke aloud, “Let me tell you the story then. A month ago, this man came here with a group of people and they happened to witness a primeval relic appear, so they competed to claim it.0

“Unfortunately, I was also there at the time, and I discovered the treasure before them...”0

Meng Xingzi’s face turned livid and he roared, “Shut up! Brother Lin, don’t listen to his nonsense!”0

“Why are you panicking? There’s no harm in listening to his nonsense.”0

Lin Xun clapped a hand...0