This wasn't the place to talk. Lin Yun and Wu Tianyuan headed for the mountain forest beside the main road. A small hill there provided a rather pleasant environment. Martial Artists weren't picky when they were out and about; as long as there was wine and meat, they were content.
Just as Lin Yun and Wu Tianyuan were about to leave, Lin Yun turned to call for the Monk and Daoist. But when he looked, he saw the two of them collecting an "admissions fee."
"You there! Where do you think you're going? You were so engrossed in the show just now, and you think you can just run off without paying? Believe it or not, I, Lord Buddha, will slap you to death."
"Hurry up! One hundred Low Grade Primordial Stones per person! A battle between two of the Yanhuang List's top ten geniuses isn't something you see every day! One hundred Primordial Stones is a steal! You won't regret it, you won't get scammed!"
