Hu Chun Chun said with displeasure, "If the Mission Pavilion didn't notify brother Jiang, then it's the Mission Pavilion's responsibility."
Hearing Hu Chun Chun's words, Jiang Ping An paused with his wine cup at his lips.
"It seems that three days ago, two stewards from the Mission Pavilion came to notify me and told me to earn points."
"At the time, I was busy cultivating, so I gave those two stewards four King-level Seventh-Order Divine Weapons and asked them to exchange them for points, then store the points in my Identity Token. There aren't any points in my Identity Token?"
Hu Chun Chun abruptly rose to her feet. "Brother Jiang, the points under your name are negative right now! Not a single point has been credited these past few days!"
Jiang Ping An's expression darkened as he realized something was wrong.
Three days had already passed, yet those two stewards had not returned his Identity Token.
Hu Chun Chun raised her voice.
"Brother Jiang, how could you be so careless? You actually handed such expensive King-level Seventh-Order Divine Weapons to people you didn't know?"
Jiang Ping An set down his wine cup. "I was busy cultivating at the time and didn't think much of it."
Hu Chun Chun was so angry that the ample curves before her chest trembled. "Those were four King-level Seventh-Order Divine Weapons! No matter how busy you were, you couldn't be this careless! Brother Jiang isn't an Eighth Level God King who can obtain so many high-grade Divine Weapons whenever he wishes. You used to be quite cautious—how did you become so muddle-headed this time?"
Hu Chun Chun gave Jiang Ping An a stern lecture. Of course, it was because she cared about Jiang Ping An and felt both angry and worried for him.
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