Hoho.
Duan Tianhe had been inwardly delighted after gaining ascension in spirit, but Jiang He's words left him feeling upset about it all.
In fact, he could not help feeling an impulse to fling every remaining purple-gold sunflower seed he was holding on Jiang He's face.
Still, he ended up putting it in his pocket after some thought.
The stuff was quite expensive. Would it not be a waste to throw them away?
Of course, the main reason was that he did not dare to throw it.
Rising to his feet, he said, "We'll be gathering at two in the afternoon tomorrow here at the Martial Arts Department (MAD), Jiang He. Remember to be punctual."
With that, Duan Tianhe left.
He did not want to continue his conversation with Jiang He because it really pricked his heart.
"It's only the fifth tomorrow, what's the hurry? Everyone is elite and quick on their feet, so heading to the Western Frontier would not take much time."
