"Where is the person, speak up."
As soon as the caretaker of Wushuang Pavilion left, a black-cloaked man's aura was surging, and he said in a gloomy voice.
Xu Yan was not flustered at all, "Where is the Spirit Crystal? Show me the Spirit Crystal, what if I take you there and you don't give me the Spirit Crystal?"
The black-cloaked man's eyes turned cold. The aura of a Grandmaster surged instantly, attempting to intimidate him.
"Don't think you're great just because you're a Grandmaster. If there's no Spirit Crystal, all talks are off."
Xu Yan remained unmoved.
"You're asking for death!"
A chilling murderous intent was in the eyes of the black-cloaked man.
"We can give you the Spirit Crystal!"
Another black-cloaked man waved his hand to stop his companion from making a move, then took out ten Spirit Tickets. He waved his hand, and the tickets flew in front of Xu Yan.