At that moment, both Chu Feng and the elder furrowed their brows slightly.
Because before that voice had rung out, they hadn't sensed the slightest trace of anyone's presence.
The auras and the voice had appeared out of nowhere.
That meant the two newcomers possessed formidable strength—otherwise, they couldn't have concealed themselves from Chu Feng and the others.
And sure enough, as they looked toward the source of the voice, the space rippled and two figures materialized.
One was a young-looking man, and the other was a white-haired elder.
Although the young man appeared youthful in appearance, Chu Feng could tell at a glance that he was no junior.
His age was at least over a thousand years.
And the moment he revealed himself, the aura of his cultivation spread outward.
First level Supreme.
Though he was over a thousand years old, that was still not particularly old by a cultivator's lifespan. At that age, possessing the cultivation of a first level Supreme was enough to qualify him as a genius.
But that level of cultivation alone was clearly not enough to hide so thoroughly in front of Chu Feng.
The reason they had been able to approach undetected was the elder standing behind the young man.
That elder had also made no effort to conceal his aura, and his cultivation was at the sixth level Supreme.
He was a powerhouse on par with Long Daozhi.
At the same time, Chu Feng noticed that both the young man and the elder wore identical tokens at their waists.
Nine Dragon Gate.
And at that moment, both the young man and the elder were gazing directly at Chu Feng.
Their stares were condescending, even carrying a hint of mockery in their eyes.
It was the kind of look that said they had him completely figured out.
Yet Chu Feng showed no fear. Instead, he asked, "Did you just say this thing doesn't belong to us?"
"Of course. Treasures like this belong to those with the ability. Wastrels like you obviously don't deserve to possess it," the young man replied.
"So you want to take it by force?" Chu Feng asked.
"Take it by force?" The young man scoffed. "There's no need for that. I want you to hand it over yourself."
"And if I don't?" Chu Feng said.
"Kid, can you not see the token at my waist?"
"Don't you know who I am?"
Though the young man still wore a mocking smile, the look in his eyes had begun to turn hostile.
"B benefactor, please hand the Dragon Vein Yin-Yang Stone to them quickly."
"That young man is the Young Master of the Nine Dragon Gate. The Nine Dragon Gate can be said to be the most powerful among the forces abandoned by the Dragon Clan. Their Gate Master's cultivation has reached the seventh level Supreme—it's said he's only a hair's breadth from stepping into the eighth level Supreme."
"The one behind the Young Master is the Nine Dragon Gate's Grand Elder. He's an even more ruthless character."
"The two of them—offending them is beyond us."
At that moment, a secret voice transmission reached Chu Feng's ears. The speaker was the young boy's grandfather.
Though the grandfather had transmitted his voice in secret, Chu Feng could still hear the fear he harbored toward the Nine Dragon Gate.
Chu Feng glanced at the Young Master of the Nine Dragon Gate, who brimmed with confidence.
Then he looked at the Grand Elder behind him, whose gaze was as predatory as a tiger.
The look in Chu Feng's eyes, which had been fearless before, began to waver.
And while Chu Feng hesitated, neither the Young Master nor the Grand Elder spoke again.
They simply watched Chu Feng in silence.
But their gazes were fierce—like hawks circling in the sky, eyes fixed on their prey.
They were waiting, waiting for Chu Feng's decision. If Chu Feng yielded, they might grant him a way out.
If Chu Feng stood firm, they would strike without the slightest mercy.
In the end, Chu Feng chose to yield.
Though unwilling, he still raised his arm and tossed the Dragon Vein Yin-Yang Stone toward the Young Master.