Shen Lin stood on the top floor, looking down, his gaze fixed on Lin Tian, full of gunpowder scent.
Lin Tian didn't need to deliberately sense it; he could feel the provocation. Without lifting his head, he simply extended his hand and raised a defiant middle finger. Such a rogue gesture naturally drew the disdainful looks of the Xiao sisters.
"Brother Tian, why bother getting angry with him? The few of us together have a better chance of obtaining the Shennong Ding than he does." Ghost said calmly with a smile.
"Mr. Lin, if I am fortunate enough to obtain the Shennong Ding, I am willing to give it to you." Huang Xiaopang said solemnly.
Now, even Ji Zimo and Situ Yufeng frowned; there were people who didn't want the Shennong Ding, which made Lin Tian's influence even greater, and their chances of obtaining the Shennong Ding smaller.
