The Zhao family elder, Zhao Wu, was so angry that his face turned purple.
He pointed angrily at Yang Xiaotian, a murderous intent in his eyes: "Boy, don't think just because Lord Ancestor supports you, we Zhao family won't dare do anything to you."
Yang Xiaotian had heard such words so many times that his ears were calloused.
"Have I completed the mission now?" he looked indifferently at the other party.
Although Zhao Wu wished he could crush Yang Xiaotian on the spot, he restrained the urge to kill, recorded the completion on the mission board, and picked the lowest quality one from the seventy-million-year God Medicine.
Seeing him indeed pick the lowest quality one from the seventy-million-year God Medicine, Yang Xiaotian was not surprised.
Zhao Wu threw that seventy-million-year God Medicine in front of Yang Xiaotian and then added ten thousand contribution points to Yang Xiaotian's identity token.
He was very reluctant to add those ten thousand contribution points.
