C1185 Friendly

Jiang Ning looked at the iron token in her hand and then looked at the peculiar reactions of Xiahou Kuo and the elders. It was hard for her to accept this. It was the first time in her long time of cultivating that Jiang Ning had encountered such a situation.

If he directly threw the metal token back to Xiahou Kuo, then Xiahou Kuo would be embarrassed. This was equivalent to slapping his face