With the sound of clattering, Ming Hu poured out a heap of things from the Storage Bag.
There were Spirit Pills, Magical Artifacts, jewelry, dresses, local specialties, and so on, leaving the people in the main hall dumbfounded.
The other disciples of the Thunder Sword Sect were also bewildered, but couldn't publicly stop Ming Hu, so they could only lower their heads, cover their faces, and pretend not to know him.
"Senior Brother Ming, what are you doing?"
Su Xin looked at the various items piled up like a small mountain in front of her, and asked in confusion.
Ming Hu scratched his head and laughed heartily, "Last time, I was in the wrong and accidentally hurt Junior Sister Su. These are my tokens of apology for you."
Su Xin smiled and said, "Senior Brother Ming, there's no need to be so courteous. If it was a misunderstanding, there's no need to keep it in mind."
