A large bundle of silver notes was gathered and handed over, neither more nor less. Honestly, not daring to act slick in the slightest.
Even Emperor Ziwei was so angry that he was steaming, saying another word, even without Bu Chou, the emperor could deal with him himself.
Bu Chou said coldly, "Not enough! What about my running fee?! Running in vain?"
Emperor Ziwei handed over a pile of Heavenly Treasures from his ring, along with some top-grade Spirit Crystals.
Embarrassedly said, "Brother Bu, I truly apologize for this oversight... this is a little token of my regard, please, Brother Bu... do not disdain it."
Pity the generation's great emperor, now too embarrassed to look Bu Chou in the eye.
Bu Chou accepted, shook his head, and said coldly, "Ziwei, I truly feel ashamed for you! Has the Heavenly Palace fallen to such poverty?"
The Fengyun gun was put away, and he soared upwards.
Emperor Ziwei's body was somewhat trembling, his face was ashen.
