Yang Qing took a few deep breaths to calm himself as he exorcised the treasonous and envious thoughts that were welling up within him.
Once his heart and mind were clear, Yang Qing hesitantly poured his concentration back into the scroll.
"I was taken aback by the level of generosity and had even thought of rejecting the treasures, but they were saint-grade treasures, only a lunatic would refuse..."
Yang Qing nodded agreeably as he read that sentence, nodding his head a few more times with staunch conviction. After getting the feel of the wonderous might of saint-grade treasures during his promotion ceremony, he has been daydreaming about getting one of his own. One could even say it had easily wormed its way into one of his life's ambitions along with living safely and long. He would not trust anyone who said they could refuse saint-grade treasures.