Shen Yuan nearly unsheathed his sword from anger this time.
"Fuck, what is this shitty sword?" Shen Yuan cursed, his voice echoing in the chamber, making people give him a weird look.
While Yue Lan told Shen Yuxin, Huo Rong, and Bing Rong about what happened, Huo Rong could barely hold back her laughter as she patted Shen Yuan and spoke, "Don't worry, Yuan'er, you will definitely find something useful here."
Before he could even respond, a voice echoed from behind the group. "Well, well, what do we have here?"
The young master from before came towards them with his entourage, looking at Huo Rong with undisguised lust. His eyes moved between Shen Yuan and Huo Rong as he continued, "A pretty young maiden like you doesn't belong beside this trash. May I be so bold as to ask for your name?"