"Damned aristocratic scions!"
Watching Chu Hanjun stroke the nameless divine sword as if she could never bear to part with it, Yin Tianque followed behind, muttering resentfully in his heart while pasting on a bright, smiling face.
After all, if he were asked to give away a treasure like that—even to his own beloved disciple—it would break his heart and drain his lifeblood, not that he had one to spare anyway.
Chapter 337