Zhu Guo'er stepped forward and nodded in assent. The twelve young women also obediently rose to their feet and stood behind Zhu Guo'er.
"Aside from these twelve incense maidens, our league has also prepared a few small gifts, and we hope Senior will likewise graciously accept them." The purple-robed woman saw Han Li accept the incense maidens, and a trace of a smile appeared in her beautiful eyes as she spoke.
She then clapped her hands together, and from outside the grand hall there walked in three clear-browed, fine-featured Foreign Race youths, each cradling a pale silver disk covered by an unknown red silk cloth.
"Your league is far too courteous. These incense maidens are already a generous gift; how could I accept other presents as well?" This time, when Han Li's gaze swept once over the three disks, he penetrated the coverings and clearly saw what lay beneath, and he directly refused with a wave of his hand.
