At some unknown point.
Groups of cultivators had appeared across the vast Mooring Yard.
Their clothing and attire varied, yet each bore distinct marks.
In other words, cultivators from three factions wore matching insignia.
This Mooring Yard was likely jointly operated by three groups of cultivators.
Lu Rong's Divine Craftsmen Sect was one of them.
The cultivators from the other two groups stood far away, craning their necks with expressions that plainly said they were here to watch a good show.
On Luo Chen's side, Nangong Jin and Li Yixian had unknowingly come to stand behind him.
Looking at Lu Rong, Luo Chen snorted coldly.
"We stopped here because we respect the local customs and do not wish to cause trouble."
"But after we landed, without a word, you came right up and wanted to wash and repair our flying boat."
"So let me ask you, how much will it cost?"
"You neither post clear prices nor explain things in advance. What if you wash a flying boat and charge me ten thousand Spirit Stones? Heh!"
Lu Rong's expression shifted slightly in response to Luo Chen's questioning.
Then he swung out a slap.
A bright red five-fingered print appeared on Xu Xiaoliu's left cheek.
"Little Six, look at the mess you've made!"
"On the way here, didn't you tell this... what should I call you?" Lu Rong paused and looked at Luo Chen.
Luo Chen gave a light snort. "I am Pill Dust Master."
Giving only a Daoist title and not his real name?
Lu Rong frowned, then backhanded Xu Xiaoliu again.
"Why didn't you explain things clearly to Senior Pill Dust Master on the way here?"
A bright red five-fingered print appeared on Xu Xiaoliu's right cheek as well.
It was perfectly symmetrical with the one on his left.