After knocking Zhaang Dahong flying, Zhaang Ye ignored the crowd's reaction. He strode over to Zhaang Dahong and held out his hand. "Five Qi Gathering Pills. Hand them over!"
Zhaang Dahong glared furiously at Zhaang Ye. After a long moment, he finally reached into his robes, took out the bottle of Qi Gathering Pills, and placed it in Zhaang Ye's hand.
Staring at the Qi Gathering Pills now in Zhaang Ye's possession, Zhaang Dahong felt a sharp pang of loss. These five pills were a perk the family provided to disciples designated for special training. Even though he was one of those specially trained disciples, he only received six Qi Gathering Pills per month. Now, five of them had ended up in Zhaang Ye's hands just like that.
How could it not pain Zhaang Dahong?
