As for the remaining one...
Jing Jingsong, recalling how he was casually swatted away by a pig demon, felt his face redden as he clasped his hands and said, "Exalted Immortal, Jingsong does have some strength; it's just that he was too powerful...Please allow Jingsong to also contribute his modest efforts to the Nanyang Immortal Sect."
Before he finished speaking.
Shen Yi waved his hand casually, and ten Nanyang steward robes had already fallen into the hands of everyone present.
Within the heritage of the Nanyang Sect that Li Qingfeng had painstakingly organized.
The most numerous items Shen Yi took with him when he left home were these robes.
"Ah?"
Seeing this, the cultivators from Qinghai Prefecture who were chosen were all stunned, gazing dumbfounded at the silky robes in their hands, their eyes fixated on the Nanyang patterns, and for a moment, seemed to be lost in a trance.
They even forgot to ask about the monthly stipend.
