Lin Chen and Ziyun Zunzhe had not traveled far from the Meditation Valley when three streaks of lights whisked across the sky, surpassing them before plummeting down like meteorites to form a triangular formation and enclose them both.
Lin Chen halted the flying boat and observed the ones blocking their path.
The three men were dressed in white robes devoid of any identification, their faces concealed behind the radiance of the array formation masks that emitted a gentle glow, rendering their features indiscernible.
Without showing any signs of panic, Lin Chen inquired calmly, "What could the three gentlemen possibly want?"
The man in the middle sternly said: "Hand over your spatial rings, and we will leave you unscathed. However, if you refuse to comply, we will be merciless."
Lin Chen frowned and questioned, "Is this a robbery?"
The man sneered, "If you prefer to understand it as an unconditional giving, we would be able to accept that interpretation."