Just as the Long-tailed Golden Chicken and the Red-crowned Sand Storks finished negotiating a price and the caravan was preparing to set off again, three Core Formation Cultivators suddenly approached from behind. While still a great distance away, they sent a message with their Divine Sense: "Halt!"
Du Youqian felt a little uneasy. He had, after all, screwed over the Chen Kingdom back in the day. While it wasn't a huge deal, it was still a stain on his record.
After a moment's hesitation, he went forward to meet them. Trusting in their superior numbers, they closed in.
Judging by their attire, they were likely Profound Level Tributors of the Chen Kingdom.
"Fellow Cultivators, may I ask what this is about?"
"Are you a caravan? If you're passing through Chen Kingdom airspace, why didn't you come to report your passage and pay the transit tax?" the other party said arrogantly.
