"Thank you, young master Ling. This is my Deacon token. Take it with you. If you meet anyone who doesn't know what's good for you, just beat them up. I'll bury them if they die. You don't have to worry about anything." Fang rubao took out his token and said proudly.
"Alright," he said. Ling Chuxi did not stand on ceremony with him.
In fact, with Huangfu qingjue's status, even without this token, she could still do whatever she wanted. However, she knew that Huangfu qingjue was not someone who liked to show off, so she was too lazy to meddle.
It was not a bad idea to take Fang rubao's token and occasionally use it to vent his anger.
As she followed Fang rubao out of the lifeless clan residence's main entrance, Ling Chuxi saw the cultivators who had set up their stalls earlier.
