Lin Mo coldly met the latter's gaze for a moment, then his figure immediately vanished into the crowd, disappearing from the sight of the three behind him.
"Young Master Duanmu, that guy just now was not weak, at least at the intermediate level of Galaxy," the person who sparred with Lin Mo in the team said in a low voice.
"A mere intermediate Galaxy level cultivator dares to not take my Duanmu Family seriously. He must be from another place, and we must teach him a lesson," Duanmu Bo slightly squinted his eyes, two sharp glints fleeting past. After selling the Earth-grade Meteorite Iron, Lin Mo had a decent haul at the Wanwu Pavilion, gaining a grand total of two hundred thousand soul coins. Adding the fifty thousand soul coins left from refining the Xuanyuan Sword earlier, he had two hundred fifty thousand soul coins on him, equivalent to the estate of an ordinary Star Sea level expert.
With this, Lin Mo had more confidence when heading to the auction.
