As soon as the Darjin Dynasty’s Crown Prince became displeased, the atmosphere instantly became heavy.

The gazes of Cui Xiuhong, Wei Muyun, and Leng Qianqiu were suffused with cold lights as they glanced towards Chen Xi and Young Master Zhou with hostile expressions.

“Daoist Brother Pei Yu, these two are the genius experts of my Darchu Dynasty, and their cultivations are deep. We’ll be encountering countless dangers while we explore the Isle of Fallen Treasures, so we’re stronger with every additional member.” Huangfu Qingying’s heart jerked when she saw Pei Yu was displeased, and she explained hurriedly.

“Oh? So they’re people brought over by you, Qingying. Alright, I won’t fuss about it with them for your sake.” Pei Yu’s expression eased up as a warm smile hung once more on the corners of his mouth, and then he swept Chen Xi and Young Master Zhou with his gaze. His gaze seemed calm, yet it faintly contained a trace of warning.

This was something that Chen Xi and Young Master Zhou naturally perceived, and besides feeling furious in their hearts, they couldn’t help but arouse vigilance.

But they had to admit...