C5093 Seniors.

"This is..."

Yan Sanzhan's hands started trembling.

He subconsciously wanted to shout, but when the words were about to come out of his mouth, he realized that there were some things that he really couldn't say.

"Thank you."

Yan Sanzhan took a deep breath, cupped his fists, and bowed to Qin Shaofeng.

Qin Shaofeng was willing to give out this Divine Crest