Two incense sticks later.
San and his companions stepped out from the courtyard; it seemed they had reached some kind of agreement with Dou Dajin, who no longer appeared angry.
Jiang Dali stood up, dispersed the surrounding Players, and approached San and the others.
"Master Jiang truly knows how to enjoy himself. You performed very well this time. What reward would you like?"
The leading Little White-faced Envoy looked towards Jiang Dali, a look of praise on his face as he spoke, shaking a folding fan in his hand.
Jiang Dali pondered inwardly for a moment, then cupped his fists with a smile, "I, Jiang Dali, am but a simple man with no particular tastes. My only joy lies in practicing Martial Arts. Unfortunately, I have yet to learn any exceptional skills. I wonder if the Envoy might grant me this wish?"