Lu Yun’s expression remained the same as it was—he’d seen more than his fair share of similar situations. Long Aotian, however, flushed beet red and was beside himself with fury.

“You’re an absolute piece of motherfucking shit! I risked my life to scoop that Purplestar Silver out from the Jade Ice Lake in Fallen Leaf Mountain. When did it come from your hands?!” Long Aotian couldn't help but roar.

“Jade Ice Lake?” Lu Yun quirked an eyebrow when he heard the name.

“Jade Ice Lake? Can a puny mid foundation establishment cultivator like you enter the lake?” sneered the steward. “In contrast, latter foundation establishment cultivators stand a chance of making it out alive if they try.”

He looked at Lu Yun when he finished speaking. Being initial nascent soul, the steward could easily tell that the young man was initial golden core. However, this level of cultivator would still find it very dangerous if they ventured...