Meng Dongyang stood among the crowd. Having just watched Song Qingming instantly kill Jin Chliang, the fright had clearly not yet left his face.
When he suddenly saw Song Qingming glance in his direction, his expression immediately changed, and he hastily nodded at him.
"Senior Song is right. Since we have come especially to offer congratulations, we naturally must prepare suitable gifts to show our sincerity!
"This is a congratulatory gift Meng prepared in advance. I hope Fellow Daoist Luo will accept this token of my regard and not disdain it!"
After a rapid bout of deliberation, Meng Dongyang saw Song Qingming's gaze fixed tightly upon him and hurriedly took an exquisite wooden box from his person.
Before he could present the box, he suddenly felt a surge of mana envelop it.
The next moment, the wooden box in Meng Dongyang's hand flew directly before Song Qingming. It opened at once, revealing a Grade 3 Mid-grade spiritual herb of considerable quality.
Meng Dongyang had obtained this spiritual herb not long ago at an Auction, spending tens of thousands of Spirit Stones.
He had originally intended to find a High-tier Alchemist to refine it into pills that could help him break through his cultivation bottleneck.
Yet faced with the meaningful look in Song Qingming's eyes, Meng Dongyang gritted his teeth and presented the spiritual herb as a congratulatory gift, despite his reluctance to part with it.
No matter how good a spiritual treasure was, it was still only an external possession!
Compared to his own life, Meng Dongyang naturally knew what to keep and what to give up. Still, the ache of parting with it showed faintly on his face.
"Mm! Fellow Daoist Meng has indeed shown some sincerity this time. Since that is so, do not chill his earnest heart.