"Speak, what is going on?"
Yan Ming looked at these people expressionlessly, his gaze as if he were looking at a few reptiles.
"Repeat what you just said." Fang Yun spoke: "If your words differ from before, be careful of your worthless lives."
"Yes, yes, yes."
The few of them exchanged glances, quickly nodding and recounting the sequence of events like spilling beans from a bamboo tube.
After finishing, Yan Junwei and Tian Guo exchanged glances, their eyes showing some anticipation.
As expected, they saw the City Lord himself.
Should they not receive some rewards? Like top-grade Qi Blood Pills, which even powerful Martial Artists are entitled to in the merchant houses.
With the identity of the City Lord, giving each person one bottle would be too stingy. At least, it should be two or three bottles for each.
It would be even better if there were some other rewards.
Bai Hong's heart felt like fifteen buckets drawing water, up and down unpredictably.
