Flames of rage blazed within the black-clothed person’s pupils, and his terrifying killing aura surprised Lin Yun. This fellow looked like a sect’s disciple and didn’t look old. So, where did this person get such a notoriously terrifying aura from?

To have such a strong killing intent the moment there was a disagreement immediately made Lin Yun think of demonic cultivators.

“Sword Sect’s disciple?” The black-clothed man didn’t say a word, but his companion looked at Lin Yun with a smile.

“I am.” Lin Yun nodded.

“So you’re a Sword Sect’s disciple. It’s no wonder why you grasped the Firmament Sword Intent at such a young age. I’m Mo Yun, and this is my friend, Dong An. Brother, how do I address you?” Mo Yun smiled.

“Uh… Xiao Yun.” Lin Yun initially planned to report his name, but he changed his name in the end.

“Haha, so it’s Brother Xiao. I’ll not beat around the bush, then. You must be after the Tiger King Bone, right? We can give up on it, but what can you give in exchange?” Mo Yun smiled.

Wearing an awkward smile, Lin Yun replied, “I’m actually not after the Tiger King Bone. What do you guys want, then.”

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