Yang Zhenshan pondered for a moment and said, "I'm of little significance, and I fear I may not be able to help."
"Regardless of whether you can help, I hope Yang will accept this token of gratitude!" Chi Xia looked at him and stated solemnly.
As the saying goes, gifts soften the hands, and food shortens the mouth.
If he accepted Chi Xia's gift, when the time comes, he would have to show some consideration, wouldn't he?
Chi Xia's gift isn't requesting Yang Zhenshan to do anything but rather hoping that Yang Zhenshan won't covet the foundations of the Xiaxian Sect in the future.
Seeing Yang Zhenshan still deep in thought, Chi Xia stretched out his hand to open the scroll.
"Yang, you should have seen this item!"
When the scroll was unfurled, the contents of the painting were revealed.
Seeing the contents, Yang Zhenshan's expression turned grave.
