"You're still the same Cao Lie, unchanged in the slightest."
The Master of Lin Clan, Cao Meng, glanced at An Yuanxi, who was shoved aside and frozen in place, before turning his gaze back to Cao Lie, who seemed utterly unconcerned about taking the Flight Dragon from the sect disciples. He sneered, "This only makes me more convinced of that hypothesis. The research in Luyang City was not your glorious return; everything you've done has been for yourself!"
"Clap, clap, clap!"
Cao Lie clapped his hands and laughed, "What a brilliant analysis, rich with imagination! Pity, though, that no one will believe it. Even you yourself can only treat it as a hypothesis."
Cao Meng's fists involuntarily clenched, his gaze sharp as lightning: "As long as I remain in my position, the Lin Clan will never ally with you. And now, I declare that previous agreements are nullified. The Lin Clan will no longer supply you with any Dragon Beasts."
"Taking a firm stance just now? Too late!"
