The moment Feng Jun and the others turned around, they were spotted by both sides of the fight. Although he had concealed his aura well, there were three Adepts beside him. To anyone paying attention, the aura of an Emergence from Dust Adept was far too easy to sense.
Seeing their group approach, two middle-aged men came forward. Both were High Qi Condensation cultivators.
They asked politely but warily, "Greetings, esteemed Adepts. May we ask what brings you here?"
Before Feng Jun could speak, Jing Qingyang spoke first. "We came to watch the excitement. Is that a problem?"
His words were quite abrasive, but that was only normal for an Adept's attendant.
"Here to watch the excitement?" one of the middle-aged men replied with a smile. "Today, the Wu Clan and the Pan Clan are deciding ownership of certain resources."
Feng Jun had no intention of immediately making trouble. He first wanted to understand what was going on, lest he make a fool of himself.
Once, while riding a high-speed train in Xia Nation, he thought someone had taken his seat and asked the person to get up. As it turned out, he had entered the wrong carriage. After realizing his mistake, he repeatedly apologized, but the old man he had woken muttered unhappily, "You disturbed my sleep. How are you going to make up for that?"
After experiences like that, he was unwilling to make hasty decisions. He merely asked curiously, "What resources could there be here?"
The middle-aged man glanced at him and smiled apologetically, but he refused to answer.
That was not considered disrespectful toward an Adept—when cultivation resources were involved, even Adepts could not simply ask whatever they pleased.
Otherwise, if some small clan possessed a decent cultivation method, would Adepts not simply come to demand