Everyone’s gaze became weird when they heard Lin Yun saying he had a good temper. They naturally wouldn’t take Lin Yun’s words for real, and they could tell what Lin Yun said was a threat. Think about the outcome of the seven saint clans’ princes. If Xiahou Yun went against his words, they could imagine that Xiahou Yun’s outcome would be worse than those princes.

“Xiahou Yun, don’t bet with him…” Bai Zhanli nervously whispered beside Xiahou Yun. He was initially confident in Xiahou Yun because of the Bodhi Seed. But when he saw Lin Yun’s smile, he suddenly lost his confidence.

But Xiahou Yun didn’t bother about Bai Zhanli and looked at Lin Yun, “Hmph. What if you lost?”

“It’s fine because I won’t lose,” replied Lin Yun.

Seeing how arrogant Lin Yun was, Xiahou Yun’s eyes flashed. “Simple. If you lose, you have to withdraw from joining the Sword Sect. It’s not easy to take my Bodhi Seed!”

An exclamation burst throughout the surroundings when everyone heard what Xiahou Yun said. It looked like Xiahou Yun came prepared. The Bodhi Seed was a treasure that could...