The purple-haired middle-aged man and the indigo-robed man swallowed their saliva. They trembled and experienced great fear, after they saw a death-like smile on Jian Wushuang's lips.
"I will hand... I will hand over the golden horn." The indigo-robed man trembled and tossed the golden horn to Jian Wushuang immediately.
"Me too." The purple-haired middle-aged man also handed over his golden horn.
Taking the golden horn, Jian Wushuang smiled coldly, "You are not foolish men."
After speaking, Jian Wushuang walked toward Ye Mei with a flicker. Jian Wushuang handed over a golden horn to her and said, "This is yours."
"Me?" Ye Mei was still confused.
"You deserve it because of your contribution while killing the Blue-eyed Beast with Golden Horns." Jian Wushuang said.
After hesitating a while, Ye Mei ground her teeth and took the golden horn. She mumbled, "Thank you!"