Wén Píng glanced at the treasure saber in the box and smiled faintly.
He understood Bìmò Zhàn's actions; it was all for Bìmò Yì's benefit. However, he was more than happy to trick his uncle, the City Lord, by taking whatever Huan Cheng sent, but as for others...
He refused outright.
Wén Píng said flatly, "Put the items away."
"You little brat, hurry up and hand it over." Bìmò Zhàn handed it to Bìmò Yì with a satisfied smile, thinking to himself that the gift was indeed worth it, especially those hundreds of white crystals.
In any Sect, elders' and Sect Leaders' disciples can learn more compared to ordinary or even inner Sect disciples.
Even if it's just maintaining these relations through gifts, it's still much better than being an inner Sect disciple.
"Whatever you have, put it away and take it back." Wén Píng's cold words suddenly resonated.
"Sect Leader Wén."
Bìmò Zhàn's smile froze, realizing that Sect Leader Wén meant to put them away.
