The old man's gaze suddenly turned as sharp as two blades, and the staff of the Mercenary Guild around him, like startled little rabbits, dared not speak. Only a few close to the old man went to convey his intentions to those below.
Watching the communication talisman in his subordinate's hand slowly burn, the old man's expression relaxed. By rights, there shouldn't be any manipulation in the third stage, but Long Yan was so exceptionally good in the first two stages that the old man was a bit curious. Of course, he was more afraid that Long Yan might be a cultivator who had infiltrated the Mercenary Town.
"Friend or foe, a probe will reveal."
The old man stared intently at Long Yan below. Now, Long Yan was surrounded by a crowd of mercenaries eager to play the dogleg. It's known that mercenaries, though considered cultivators, still had an alarmingly high mortality rate. How could a life of licking blood off a knife edge not result in fatalities?
