Hell, this was absolutely something the mentors would do!
Duanmu Qing gave the young beggar a good-humored smile before he took out a money pouch from his pocket. He handed two spirit currency to the young beggar.
The expressions of the people sitting at the tables immediately changed.
F*ck! Where did this nouveau riche come from? Who showed off their wealth like this?
Life was so difficult, yet he tipped two spirit currency just for delivering a letter. Which family's young master was this generous?
Did they really come to take part in the underground battle arena tournament?
If not, why did they come here?
If so, did they have to come fight with them for that one thousand spirit currency when this young master was so liberal with his money?
Duanmu Qing opened the letter and looked it over. Not long afterwards, he sighed and handed it to the others. "Take a look."
