"Brother Fan, you're amazing—three honors in one year!" Zhan Xinyue couldn't help saying.
Within their ranks, these banners were more precious than real gold and silver; later, when climbing the ladder, you could pull these out and show off.
"Can't I get something substantial as a reward?"
Zhang Fan stopped pretending; after all, Sui Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue weren't outsiders, they'd lived and died with him more than once—he could treat them as his own people now.
"Isn't this a substantial reward?" Sui Chunsheng couldn't help retorting.
"Substantial my ass. How many times have I bailed out your Daoist Alliance? And every single time you hand me a banner—does it even cost fifty bucks?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and said.
It's not like he was chasing a career in the system.
"Oh yeah, the President gave specific instructions—starting today, the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance officially appoints you as a Demon Suppression Consultant."
