An indescribable sense of gratitude welled up in Yang Jing's heart.
The great powers, like the Chen Family and the Jiang Family, would offer ten pounds of high-grade Exotic Beast Meat, but it would come with countless strings attached—so many rules and restrictions they could suffocate a person. The slightest misstep could turn you into their vassal.
Yet his master had just given him twenty pounds with no conditions whatsoever. This generous treatment moved him more than a gift a thousand times its weight.
"Take it. And keep it safe."
Seeing him dazed, Sun Yong pushed the wooden token forward a little more. "This month's allotment for this Token hasn't been claimed yet. You can go to the Exotic Beast Pavilion in the Inner City and collect it today."
Yang Jing finally snapped back to his senses and accepted the wooden token with both hands.
