The other Sword Clan geniuses were the same, all glaring at Ye Chenfeng in dissatisfaction.
Just think about their eldest senior sister, the Sword Clan Goddess, actually going this far for Ye Chenfeng.
How could they not be angry?
"Fine."
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ye Chenfeng could only take this broken umbrella first.
"Senior Sister, I think this sword really suits you. You should use it."
When Fang Haoyu faced Xu Xiangwan, it was like he turned into a completely different person.
His gaze was full of expectation as he earnestly looked at Xu Xiangwan.
Ye Chenfeng rolled his eyes at him. "Bootlicker."
"You…"
Fang Haoyu wanted to get angry, but his pride held him back.
Only to hear Xu Xiangwan refuse, "I don't need it. You keep it for yourself."
Fang Haoyu had just opened his mouth when Ye Chenfeng's voice rang out again, "Still a bootlicker who didn't even manage to lick anything."
