Wang Ran spoke with a smile as he narrated the tale, completely undisturbed by the covetous glances secretly sizing up his Plum Blossom Needles.
Plum Blossom Needles are toys for mortals.
Wang Ran would display it like a figurine on the table, and if someone wanted it, as long as he took a fancy to them, he was happy to give it away for free to enjoy the spectacle, but if someone wished to snatch it by force...
Hehe, that would indeed be a death wish.
"Xiao Yan's fury rose from his gallbladder!"
Wang Ran declared nonchalantly.
"Without regard for the mysterious person's status, he just let out a torrent of reprimands, venting the grievances that had accumulated in his heart over the years!"
"This mysterious person was not offended."
"He simply stated!"