Swish, swish, swish!
At the entrance of White Dragon Creek, four disciples in moon white robes simultaneously drew the treasure swords from their backs and pointed them at the two people sitting on the Red Tiger Beast.
"Is it you?"
Elder Bing Yuan's cold gaze slightly narrowed, evidently recognizing Ling Quan.
"That's right, it's me."
Ling Quan bit his teeth and stepped forward.
"Hmph, you really have no regard for your life. This vein now belongs to our Ancient Sword Sect. Last time, I spared your life, and yet you dare to come here again."
A chilly intent surfaced on Elder Bing Yuan's stern old face.
"We're here to reclaim the vein this time."
Ling Quan said angrily.
"With just you?"
Elder Bing Yuan's white brows slightly twitched as he assessed Ling Quan.
