Yanran was overjoyed.
Today could be considered the happiest day of her life. Not only did she get a wonderful magic artifact, but she also got a caring and generous boyfriend.
After all, who would be willing to give away such a precious treasure without batting an eyelid. Such an action was proof of his sincerity.
On Ye Xuan's side, he first looked at the heaven devouring divine sparrow in the distance, then turned his gaze to the stunned onlookers, who had yet to recover from the death of the white-browed old man.
After a long while, someone finally said in a trembling voice as they looked at the pool of liquid that once was the white-browed old man, "This is unbelievable. The white-browed old man couldn't even block a single move?"
The surrounding cultivators also felt a lingering fear at this time, and they were glad that they did not provoke Ye Xuan earlier. Otherwise, they too would likely be pools of liquid at this moment.