"Take these things first, consider it some compensation for what you've done."
Zhang Xiaoman said as he took out ten portions of Star Dust from his Storage Space.
He then let them float in the air, drifting towards Aogu.
"I know, just ten portions of Star Dust aren't enough to cover your loss, but you'll be one of us in the Star Alliance in the future. Once you join the organization, I'll arrange some other benefits and resources for you, don't worry."
Looking at the ten small transparent bottles floating in front of him, Aogu's heart was pounding.
His eyes were fixated on the glistening light inside, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.
"This, this...this might be improper...Your gift is too precious...I, I can't accept it..."
He reluctantly turned his head, trying hard not to look at the ten small bottles, muttering refusals, but his heart seemed to be bleeding.
