Such a generous tip, the two jade-clad maidens could only accept. They stood by as the group of burly men in black attire carried a massive chariot to the entrance of the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower.
Out of the chariot stepped a young man clad in splendid attire, tall and slender, his hands empty. His complexion was as fine as jade.
This youth possessed an indescribable charisma throughout his entire being, a faint mark on his forehead that was embedded in his skin, seemingly a primitive rune.
This individual was, in fact, the Young Lord of the Divine Race. Amidst the crowd of followers, he confidently strutted into the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower.
The moment this member of the Divine Race entered the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower, the expressions of the two jade-clad maidens changed. They wore a look of disgust and threw the Magic Treasure pouch, which they received from him, to the ground as though it was a piece of garbage, not even bothering to spare it a glance.
