"Young miss, why did you give them the treasure tokens of our BlueStar Treasure pavilion?" A man asked.
This was the same person who argued with Jiang Yue right after the fight ended.
Now that the death flower ascension front had retreated and everything was settled, everyone had retreated to their own tents to count their losses.
Meng Zihua was no different.
However, she did not expect to be questioned about this matter as soon as she entered the tent.
"Did fellow Daoist Song have a different way of handling the matter?" Meng Zihua asked.
She poured a cup of tea for herself, took a sip, and then turned to the young man.
"They only have nine people." Song Qiufeng said, and fighting spirit entered his eyes.
His thoughts were clear from this.
The treasure tokens given to the nine allowed each to redeem one low-grade spirit rank item from the BlueStar Treasure pavilion.
