"No wonder he was in such a hurry to come here just now, his target must have been that three-thousand-year-old Ziyang Flower."
Seeing everyone's gaze, Lin Xuan nodded. Denying it now was pointless; it was better to openly acknowledge it.
"Very well, kneel and present the Ziyang Flower to me, and I can consider letting you become a War Servant of the Shen Family!" Shen Yaotian said condescendingly.
At those words, the surrounding crowd was startled, then all eyes turned to Lin Xuan, especially those martial artists who had followed Shen Yaotian, showing mocking expressions at all times.
Lin Xuan's expression darkened, he silently stirred the Great Dragon Sword Soul within his body, ready to strike at any moment.
Nangong Sheng also roared in anger, "Shen Yaotian, what do you mean by this?"
