C608 Zhang Xing Felt That He Had a Great Responsibility

Two months had passed, and the stream of gift-bearing visitors had finally begun to dwindle. Zhang Xing couldn't help but feel like a VIP, practically floating on air with the attention. In his past life, he was just a minor employee, unaccustomed to such sycophancy. The chiefs of various clans had paid him homage, and even emperors from third-class states approached him with utmost deference