A Tip

The guard accepted the Storage Ring. He did not even dare take a second look, immediately raising both hands high as he said in trembling fear, "This lowly one dares not."

This left the people of Xizhou even more shocked. What sort of status could make a Divine Being guard so wary?

He did not even dare pocket a single fraction of the tip?

It seemed that taking even the tiniest benefit from this person would be an unforgivable crime.

One had to know that the master behind this place possessed an extraordinarily formidable status and was connected to a great divine dynasty.

Even when beating a dog, one had to consider its master. To a certain extent, this Divine Being guard represented the dignity of this place's master.

For things to still be like this—for him to dare act like this—it could only mean that this person's status was no less than that of the master behind this place!

Ye Qiu sat upright and said blandly, "I do not like wasting words. Leave."

The guard shuddered. He then lowered his hands and bent his waist even further, saying in a voice brimming with tearful gratitude, "Thank you for your reward, my lord!"

As he spoke, he secretly swept his divine sense over it. The next instant, his entire body trembled again.

As he shook, even the hands clutching the Storage Ring could not help growing feverish.

Inside the Storage Ring were three Eight-Colored Supreme Dao Pills!

Pills of this caliber were rare beyond measure and incomparably precious. With their status, they could never hope to lay a finger on them.

Forget obtaining one—even catching a whiff of their pill fragrance would be like celebrating the New Year for them!

In truth, even among their superiors, those qualified to enjoy