Yang Jingjian, who always cared about his image, heard what people were saying and immediately laughed, "Hahaha, I was just joking with him. Protector, give him a thousand spirit stones immediately."
"This... this ——" The protector hesitated for a moment, but seeing that Yang Jingjian was glaring at him, he nodded and took out a thousand spirit stones to give to Mo Huasong.
Mo Huasong took the spirit stones and with his people continued to walk inside. "Right, this is what one would expect from the young gate master of Tai Chu Sect, not a fake one."
"Hehehe, did you hear that? I'm not a fake." Yang Jingjian excitedly told everyone.
"Yes indeed, Young Master Yang, you are so powerful and very handsome, how about a reward?" Fat Dragon ran in front of Yang Jingjian and smiled flatteringly.
"Sure, reward him." Yang Jingjian was acting like a fool. When he saw someone flattering him, of course he asked his men to reward Fat Dragon.
