Martial Power Sect Outer Hall.
Staring at the silver taels presented before him, Hall Master Zhu Jun narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
He seemed to have fallen into deep thought.
His tall and lanky frame, with a slightly greenish complexion, gave the impression of fragility.
Yet the gleam in his eyes as he blinked revealed an extraordinary presence!
After a moment, this Outer Hall Master said indifferently, "You keep it."
Yang Lang swallowed and cautiously asked, "Isn't this inappropriate?"
Zhu Jun was instantly amused, "What's inappropriate about it? As long as we can take down this Zhao Yun, what are a mere hundred taels of silver? Tenfold, a hundredfold wouldn't be an issue!"
Seeing that his Hall Master truly didn't want it, Yang Lang couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, thus he put away the silver ingot.
As an Incense Master of the Martial Power Sect, his usual salary wasn't much.
But his expenses weren't small either!
