"He's right, you better not mess with his Xuanhuo Mirror, or else no one at the Immortal Martial Academy will save you!"
Just as Lin Xuan was about to grab Yan Qingyang's Dark Supreme Token, a cold voice echoed.
Everyone was shocked and turned to look.
The people from Dragon Sword Pavilion were stunned; they hadn't noticed when someone had appeared in front of them.
The Dao Ling Association members were ecstatic, clearly having a significant connection with the newcomer.
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking ahead.
When the figure appeared, he had sensed it; based solely on speed, this person was an expert.
"Are you his older brother?" Lin Xuan asked.
"No!" The newcomer shook his head, slowly approaching, "Qingyang's older brother is the president of the Dao Ling Association – you would know this if you asked around."
"I am here today to deliver a message from the president."
"Release him, and we can talk; otherwise, your outcome will be miserable!"
