Treasure Pavilion

Senior Brother Zheng rubbed his fingers together as he said to Zhang Xiaohua, "So, Junior Brother Ren should still thank me. Although you're the first to bring over one of these tokens that were handed out indiscriminately, and our steward wanted to confiscate it outright and not let you collect a weapon..."

"How could they do that? This was a reward I earned through blood, sweat, and tears!" Zhang Xiaohua was somewhat indignant. He had taken such a long detour precisely to gain a little advantage. This steward truly had no sympathy for the hardships of others.

"Exactly, that's what I said too. If it had been someone else—hm, one of those people with waist badges and status—I definitely wouldn't have said a word. But Junior Brother Ren clearly earned this reward by truly risking his life. How could I let you return empty-handed? Didn't you see that I was inside for quite a while? I kept explaining things to the steward, wasting my breath until my tongue nearly wore out, before he agreed to let you pick a weapon you liked from the Human Pavilion! Tell me, Junior Brother Ren, shouldn't you thank me?"

Hearing Senior Brother Zheng say once more, "Shouldn't you thank me?" Zhang Xiaohua slapped his forehead. Of course. From the very beginning, the man had asked about his treatment at the Pill-Refining Hall and complained about the hardships of Qiankun Hall. Wasn't his purpose simply to make Zhang Xiaohua offer something? As for what the steward had said after he entered the hall, how he had responded, and whether any of it was true, none of that mattered anymore. What mattered was that he had brought one of those tokens handed out indiscriminately in the past to Qiankun Hall to collect a weapon, and Senior