From a distance he cupped his fists and said:
"Junior Wu, I lost my temper just now, my apologies. A medium-grade Spirit Stone, take it as medicine money."
"Good!"
The sullen-faced man's expression instantly cleared up.
Then he turned a hostile gaze on the gray-robed disciple on the ground and said flatly:
"What are you still lying there for? Need me to send you back to be a menial?"
A Named Disciple never has any human rights!
And what these Outer Sect disciples care about is nothing but face and profit.
Their own servant got a beating, the other side paid him back face and even threw in a medium-grade Spirit Stone. This matter was as good as over.
As for how the bullied Named Disciple felt in his heart, that wasn't within the scope of their consideration at all.
What happened up above, Yang Yan didn't know.
But with that kind of commotion, big or small, Yang Yan could still hear it.
