"Stop flattering me, speak like a human." Han Yan said grumpily.
"Hehe, this sword looks so ugly, it certainly doesn't match your status, young master. Besides, with your abilities, you don't need this sword for self-defense, why not give one to me?" Zirong grinned sheepishly and said.
"Pick for yourself." The swords were originally prepared by Han Yan for them, so he didn't refuse.
"I want one too. I've been forging iron these past days till my throat is dry. Even if I haven't contributed much, I've worked hard, right? I deserve a share in this." Jiang Yuzhe followed up quickly. There were only two swords left, and he had been with Han Yan for a shorter time than Huayue, so he was worried he wouldn't get one.
But his worry was unnecessary, as Huayue clearly had no intention of competing, standing silently on the side.
"Huayue, don't you want one?" Han Yan didn't want to shortchange him, so he asked.
"Too ugly." Huayue said with a face full of disdain.
