At some point, unnoticed by most, small groups of cultivators had begun to appear across the vast docking grounds. They arrived in threes and fours, and their clothing varied, but they bore distinct emblems on their robes that marked them as members of three different factions. From the look of it, this docking station was jointly operated by these three cultivation groups.0

Lu Rong, of course, was from one of them—the Divine Craftsman Sect.0

The other two factions stood farther away, deliberately keeping their distance as they watched the scene unfold. Their postures were relaxed and their expressions eager, as if they were anticipating a good show.0

Meanwhile, Nangong Jin and Li Yixian had stepped up behind Luo Chen.0

Luo Chen gave Lu Rong a cold snort. "We chose to land here out of respect for local customs, not to stir up trouble. But the moment we touched down, without so much as a greeting, your people rushed over, insisting on washing and repairing our flying boat."0

He stepped forward, and his voice turned sharp and cutting. "So let me ask, what’s the...0