The old geezer’s words were too hurtful. He was a senior, but he still cursed when Lin Yun asked him for divine astral pellets. But Lin Yun didn’t dare to utter a word as Jian Jingtian looked at him coldly. With an awkward smile, Lin Yun retorted, “I was just joking. Why are you so serious?”

Jian Jingtian couldn’t be bothered with him and said, “The wine isn’t bad, so I’ll accept it. If you have nothing else, you can get lost now.”

Not only did Lin Yun fail to borrow divine astral pellets, but he even lost two wine bottles from the dragon clan. Seeing that Jian Jingtian wanted to chase him away, Lin Yun quickly spoke, “I have something I’d like to discuss with you. I already know about the secrets in the Sword Saint Mountain, and there is something that I want to take away with me. As compensation, I’ll leave behind the Fleeting Cloud 13 Swords and try to leave behind the Fleeting Cloud Sword Sutra as well.”

The Fleeting Cloud 13 Swords was fine, but it would...