"I can't take sole credit for this. Please, Hall Master, take it back." Song Changsheng shook his head. They had accomplished this together, and he couldn't bring himself to claim the glory alone.
"I will reward the other young friends separately. You needn't worry," Fengg Zhongyi said, his tone resolute.
Since he'd put it that way, refusing again would seem churlish. Song Changsheng took the Waist Token with both hands and cupped his fist. "In that case, I shall brazenly accept."
At this, a pained smile appeared on Fengg Zhongyi's face. He then said, "The seniors of my hall suffered such inhuman treatment. My heart feels like it's being twisted by a knife. I only wish to return them to their homeland as soon as possible so their leaves may fall back to their roots. I won't linger any longer. Please forgive me, young friend. I will be sure to visit and express my gratitude properly in the future!"
