After absorbing all the True Qi and Blood Energy from Ning Teng's body, the Blood Sword in the air traced a bloody streak back into the scabbard behind Ning Xuan.
"Mr. Lin," Ning Xuan said, bowing with clasped hands, "my name is Ning Xuan and I am also from the Joy Sect, but I have always greatly admired you and bear no hostility."
Lin Mo gave him a cold glance and then asked, "Are you also here for the Flood Dragon?"
Ning Xuan kept his head lowered and replied, "I am indeed interested in the Flood Dragon, but it's only a legend; whether or not it truly exists, I do not know."
He finished speaking and stood in place, showing no intention of leaving.
Lin Mo didn't pay him any further attention, immediately proceeding to examine the soft armor from Wei Zeyu's body.
Ning Xuan coughed once, and a trickle of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth; then he took out an Elixir and swallowed it.
