Ling Yun hung up the phone and put it away. In the night skies, only his eyes could be seen from his mask. He glanced at Cui Lao and Dugu Mo.
In his heart, Ling Yun thought, Where exactly did Cui Lao get his information from? And why was Dugu Mo indifferent after hearing this, without an ounce of fear revealed in his expression?
What kind of person was Cui Lao, and what backing did Dugu Mo have?
Being stared at so intensely by Ling Yun, Dugu Mo felt a series of goosebumps prick up on his skin. Scratching the back of his head unintentionally, he said, "Oi, why are you looking at me like that?"
Ling Yun said dryly, "I have to say, the opponent has three experts at the Xiantian Realm, how are you not afraid? And there are four people that are at the same level as you, as well as a total of twenty-nine people who are at least at the pinnacle of Houtian Realm Level Eight. Meanwhile, there's only the three of us here!"