Whatever they had thought of Shi Chun before-whether he was a lowly wretch from the Land of Exile or the champion of the Skyfall Meteor Assembly-an enemy who fled was nothing to fear. An enemy who came pressing toward them was another matter entirely. Their nerves could hardly help tightening.
Still, he did not seem particularly hostile. He had not suddenly lunged at them; he had greeted them first, and even now he was walking toward them at an unhurried pace, giving them ample time to prepare.
What does he want? Every one of them secretly wondered, trying to fathom why Shi Chun and his companions had come.
Despite the other side showing no hostility, they quickly readied themselves. Those with weapons grabbed them, and those with magical treasures took those out as well.
Black Tiger drew out a stack of something that looked like flatbreads. On closer inspection, they resembled three meditation cushions piled together, each woven strand giving off a matte metallic sheen beneath the starlight.
Wu Shanshan could not help looking a few more times. She had no idea what they were, but he certainly would not be taking out meditation cushions to offer his guests a seat at a time like this. They had to be magical treasures.
After tucking the three cushion-like objects under his arm, Black Tiger turned his head to confirm once more, "Are you sure you can handle the fifth-grade spirit-venerable treasure he has?"
His own treasure was also fifth-grade, and no ordinary fifth-grade treasure at that. To ensure his safety, the Extreme Fire Sect had spared no expense this time. It was even better than the treasure they had given Yin Tianlu.
Ultimately, however, it was still an artifact-venerable treasure. Compared with a spirit-venerable treasure, the difference remained considerable.
Put it