White Shadow, although he perceived the targeting intent from the other party, was even more curious about what Zhang San was doing.
"There's no need to wipe the token so much just because it fell on the ground, right?"
Zhang San chuckled and said, "I know the ground isn't dirty."
The martial artist in charge of registration was so annoyed!
What does that mean?
Does touching the token with my hands make it dirty, huh?
Then, he saw Zhang San lift his hand and disdainfully throw the handkerchief with which he had wiped the token onto the ground.
The faint Fire Movement power on the handkerchief instantly burned it to ashes.
Zhang San and White Shadow rode their horses up the mountain.
White Shadow couldn't help but say, "Why do you bother with a martial artist who's just responsible for registration?"
Zhang San shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Soon you'll know, whether it's me having issues with him or them having issues with me."
