He stared at Ying Yufan, the icy curve at the corner of his mouth stretching wider, finally turning into a low laugh that seemed capable of freezing the air.
"Heh..."
This laughter was filled with undisguised ridicule and a nearly tangible murderous intent ready to erupt! What martial arts competition reward? This was clearly opportunistic looting! At a time when Qingjian City was on the brink of collapse, these "big shots" from Shangjing weren't thinking about offering aid, but were coveting the Divine Armament he had risked his life to obtain! And they put on a disgusting façade of "for your own good" and "fair trade"!
Fang Qingyu couldn't even be bothered to waste another word with these two idiots.
He suddenly squatted down, moving so fast that only a shadow was left behind.
