Even at the last second, the old man couldn’t see how Lin Yun swung his sword. In fact, he didn’t even know how he died. As for Lin Yun, he had already left with the flower.

Lin Yun didn’t have to think too much about the man as there was no way he would make friends with a demonic cultivator of an impure origin. Even if the Withernorth Sea was dangerous, there was no way he would work together with someone like the old man.

Lin Yun sensed that he couldn’t stay here for ...