At this moment, he was also staring at Song Yan with a predatory gaze.
The green-robed Cultivator narrowed his eyes, a fierce resolve forming in his heart.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed the Yang Talisman that was hovering in front of him, making a motion as if to throw it upward.
"Fellow Daoists, let's stop here, no need to fight! The Talisman is here! You can divide it among yourselves!"
He did a good job of pretending to give up the Talisman, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Song Yan and the Hanging Sword Mountain Disciple.
If this Yang Talisman could provoke a dispute between these two major Sect Disciples, whoever reached out to snatch it first would become the target of the other.
Once the two were locked in chaotic battle, he would have a chance to take the Talisman amidst the confusion and escape using an escape Talisman or a secret treasure.
The hope was slim, but not nonexistent.
"No need for such trouble."
Song Yan's voice rang out.
