On the Dragon Blooded Horse, Lin Yun knitted his brows under the hood. He was holding onto the strap and was prepared to make a run anytime.

The Radiant Pavilion’s party was filled with elites and there were even cultivators in the seventh orifice of the Xiantian Realm among them. Who knew if there might be Profound Martial Realm as well.

“Leave us.” The young man suddenly waved his hand.

“Young Sect Master?” asked someone from the Radiant Pavilion’s party.

“It’s nothing. I just wish to speak to this friend privately, so leave us,” said the young man.

Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!

The elite party from the Radiant Pavilion backed down under the young man’s order.

“I am the Radiant Pavilion’s Young Sect Master, Ming Ye. For some reason, you look familiar to me. Do you mind removing your hood?” The young man smiled, looking at Lin Yun. There wasn’t any killing aura coming from him, and he seemed somewhat amicable.

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