Ye Jing looked at the "competitors" sprawled across the ground, snoring in their sleep.
Then he looked at the pile of gleaming Storage Rings, before finally turning to Si Chen's calm face and the Eastern Region prodigies around him, cackling wickedly.
His brain could not quite keep up.
They had rushed all the way here for their lives, only to get robbed?
This was robbery, right? He had not misunderstood, had he?
"Cou-"
Ye Jing's lips moved again as he tried to finish.
"Hand over your rings."
Si Chen repeated himself, cutting him off outright.
Ye Jing opened his mouth. Every argument he had prepared was now stuck in his throat.
No, wait.
I'm your older cousin, aren't I?
Ye Jing pointed at himself. "I... me too?"
Si Chen looked at him with a very serious expression and nodded.
"Let the rain and dew fall equally. Everyone gets the same treatment."
Standing beside Ye Jing, Lin Qing He and Chen Xiao felt their eyelids twitch violently at those words.
No.
Brother.
Is that how you use "let the rain and dew fall equally"?!
The Eastern Region group had already surrounded them, and even their positions were carefully chosen.
Xie Changsheng's Dao Eyes studied Ye Jing and his companions with interest.
Zhou Yan waved his fan, smiling like a fox. "Oh, what perfect timing. You've arrived just in time for our... er, charity event."
Song Chi cradled his sword, showing only the right half of his face.
Red Wind knocked his fists together with loud, hollow thuds. His meaning could not have been clearer... just try refusing to hand them over.
Black Mountain squeezed a "kindly" smile onto his face.
"Fellow Daoists, do not hesitate."
"Hand them over willingly, and you may receive lenient treatment."
"If you insist on fighting from