There was an enormous ritual ground at the eastern end of Grassy Creek Village. It was where the village children cultivated.0

Elder Li Changqing’s residence stood beside it.0

Night was fast approaching, and the light of dusk was as red as blood.0

All of the villagers were currently gathered there. Elder Li Changqing and a few of the older villagers stood at the head of the group. 0

A silver-robed man stood just outside the ritual grounds, his hands behind his back. His voice boomed, “Even though we acquired no small amount of treasure in the mountains, it’s less than Their Excellencies of the Sky Fire Yao Sect anticipated.0

“All you lowly human scum of Grassy Creek Village must empty out your pockets as compensation! We want everything you have on you!”0

The villagers were visibly furious, and many of them clenched their fists.0

“What? You aren’t willing?” The silver-robed man furrowed his brow, his gaze suddenly cold and dark.0

He suddenly pointed at Xue Feng. “Think about how his father, your village headman, died!”0

His voice boomed like thunder. Many of the villagers looked stricken and frantic.0

Xue Feng’s face was ashen. He lowered his head, his entire body shaking with fury, but he didn’t dare to say anything.0

A treasure ship covered in flowing, colorful lights hovered over the village....0