Elder Cang Song stroked his thin gray beard, his horsehair whisk resting across his left forearm.
“Fifty-five seconds, mortal merchant,” Cang Song called down from his bronze sword, his tone oozing condescending amusement. “Every tick of the clock brings your household closer to annihilation. Hand over the one hundred million spirit stones and Chu Lingxiao, or my sword-intent will tear your courtyard to splinters.”
Deacon Zhao laughed loudly from the second row. “Look at him, Elder! He is standing there with a metal cup like an idiot! He has never seen true immortal sword cultivators before. He is probably frozen in terror!”
Lin Mo did not reply immediately.
He capped his thermos with a gentle twist of his wrist, sliding the container back into his coat pocket.
Then, Lin Mo focused his vision. Deep within his pupils, twin rings of pure golden light flared to life as he activated [Pure-Heart Eye Lv.3].
The entire sky above Lotus-Prince Street shifted in Lin Mo’s perception.
Above the heads of the twelve flying-sword emissaries, twelve colored halos flared into existence, illuminating the cloudy sky with their true spiritual karma.
