Lin Xuan was furious. He never expected Elder Feng to bring people to snatch his Celestial Spirit Fruit.
"That's impossible," he said.
"What kind of attitude is that, boy?" Elder Feng was furious as well. "We're trying to negotiate with you, so why are you yelling?"
"Negotiate? There's no need. I will absolutely not hand over the Celestial Spirit Fruit," Lin Xuan stated coldly.
"It's not a robbery, Junior Brother Lin. You've misunderstood," Ye Qingwu spoke up. "I'm here for an exchange.
"I'm willing to trade other treasures with you for the Celestial Spirit Fruit. What do you need? Cultivation Techniques, Elixirs, weapons—you name it, and I'll satisfy you."
Exchange? Lin Xuan frowned, then sneered. "I'm afraid you can't afford what I want. I want the entire Dragon Concealment Spiritual Vein. Can you give it to me?"
"What? You want the Dragon Concealment Spiritual Vein?" Elder Feng roared in anger. "You must be dreaming! Are you out of your mind, boy?"
