"After taking down Ten Thousand Stars City, you still want rewards?"
Fang Zhen, with a hint of expectation in his words, made Meng Wei suddenly feel an itch in his hand.
The Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall building Red Moon Town on Red Moon Mountain had already displeased Ten Thousand Stars City. Now Fang Zhen and the others had wiped out one of Ten Thousand Stars City's outposts, as if they were afraid Ten Thousand Stars City wouldn't come after the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall.
And yet, they still wanted a reward—do they want a fist the size of a sandbag?
However, Meng Wei took a deep breath and suppressed the itch in his hand.
