Seeing Song Jian put on the "Winged Lion's Feather" directly, Zhang Hong's eyes almost bulged out.
Zhang Hong, though a combat monk, was not a melee attacker, but a caster. His specialty was using various Buddhist spells. Thus, although he was only level 18, his Mental Strength had already broken through to 17 points, two points higher than Song Jian's.
Naturally, Zhang Hong could also wear the Winged Lion's Feather belt. After all, it was a level 30 silver grade equipment.
"Weren't we supposed to share the loot? You've already taken the best stuff for yourself." Zhang Hong struggled to suppress the urge to roll his eyes and screamed inwardly.
Song Jian glanced at the remaining blue-green items, picked up a blue-quality "Bloodline Essence" and put it into his inventory, then threw all the remaining materials over to Zhang Hong.
"I only took three items; the remaining five are for you," Song Jian said with a smile.
