Yue Xingshan’s arrival filled the others’ hearts with dread. However, they weren’t willing to leave just like that.

This resulted in a stalemate.

How could Yue Xingshan fail to realize this?

He looked at the middle-aged man in dragon robes. “Might you do me a favor?”

The middle-aged man’s expression shifted erratically. After a while, he sighed. “Since you asked, Fellow Daoist Yue… How could we be so foolish as to refuse to take a step back?”

Yue Xingshan smiled faintly. “Many thanks.”

He then looked at Shun Shangliu and the other Cloudwater Sect cultivators. “Might you give up this opportunity too?”

Sun Shangliu’s eyelids twitched, but out loud, he said, “Brother Yue, if you please!”

Yue Xingshan couldn’t help but look pleased. “Many thanks!

Only then did he turn to look at Ye Xun. He laughed, “Friend, you can’t stir up trouble now. How about it? Are you willing to offer up that treasure?”

This long-established Spiritual Manifestation Realm cultivator of the Dragon Elephant Spirit Sect seemed elegant and composed, as if he were completely assured of his victory.

Ye Xun laughed too, then pelted him with curses. “You sure know how to fucking put on airs, huh? Why...