Lin Yun was long gone, but the Monk and Daoist were still being pursued by the Blood Refining Ancestor. Judging by his demeanor, he wouldn't give up until he obtained their Dharma Artifacts and Cultivation Techniques.
"You old bastard, how long are you going to chase us? Enough is enough!" After being pursued for dozens of miles, the Daoist had lost all semblance of a proper cultivator and began cursing at the Blood Refining Ancestor.
Hearing the Daoist's furious curses, the Blood Refining Ancestor didn't get angry. He replied with a cold expression, "Hand over your Dharma Artifacts and Cultivation Techniques, and I will naturally let you go. Otherwise, even if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth, I will kill you both today."
Hearing the Blood Refining Ancestor's words, the Monk and Daoist knew that the old bastard was dead set on robbing them today.
They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with determination, but also a hint of reluctance.
