Fang Zhixing appeared unhurriedly, overlooking below, and spoke indifferently: "I am Fang Zhixing, Master of Eight Tribes of the Yellow Bell Sect, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
"So it is Sect Leader Fang, I have long admired your name."
The gray-robed elder cupped his hands and introduced himself: "I am Xiang Jinlin, an elder of the Tribulation Alliance. The Star Domain we reside in is experiencing a starfield disaster, forcing us to flee here. I ask Sect Leader Fang to be accommodating and open the gates to let us pass."
Fang Zhixing sneered coldly: "Elder Xiang, I'm sorry, I have a mission in this life, and cannot comply with your request."
Xiang Jinlin paused slightly, raised a storage bag, and shouted: "We came in a hurry and didn't prepare any gifts. Here is a small token of appreciation, hoping Sect Leader Fang will accept it with a smile."
Saying this, he tossed the storage bag into the air.
