Yan Sheng looked up at Duanhun Mountain in mid-air with a trace of reverence in his eyes.
But it was just reverence for the strong.
Just mentioning a name can make so many experts retreat, what kind of prestige is this?
When Duanhun Mountain handed over the token, Yan Sheng didn't reach out to take it because he didn't want to become a disciple of Duanhun Mountain. Or rather, he already had a sense of belonging in his heart.
"Senior, I'm sorry, but I cannot accept this undeserved reward," Yan Sheng instinctively stepped back.
Duanhun Mountain didn't get angry at the rejection, instead he directly threw the token and then laughed, "Then I take back my initial words, but you must accept this meeting gift."
Pop!
Yan Sheng couldn't dodge in time, so he could only catch it with one hand.
"Senior..."
Yan Sheng just wanted to refuse again, but was interrupted by Duanhun Mountain, "Boy, anything I give out is never taken back. If you don't want it, you can just throw it away."
