In front of Long Chen were three people, two old and one young. The old ones were completely white-haired; however, they were very much alive and lively, not at all like ancient seniors who were about to be buried.

As for that youth, he looked to be around seventeen years old. His appearance was neat and not bad, but his nose pointed upwards, a distasteful look. That completely broke his otherwise acceptable appearance.

“Halt!” That youth coldly shouted, not at all bothering that Long Chen was riding upon Little Snow’s back.

“Is this how you greet newcomers?” Long Chen couldn’t help but feel this was a bit strange.

“Greeting newcomers? Hehe, right, we’re greeting newcomers. Kid, I don’t want to waste my time with your nonsense. Hand over your spatial ring and I won’t give you a world of pain,” ordered the youth arrogantly.

Long Chen was stunned. Having traveled this far and now being this close to the Xuantian Monastery, he now met robbers?

“Kid, are you stupid? This master’s words are clear. Hurry up and don’t hold up my work.” That youth...