Practicing the Swordsmanship

Du Jian's eyes finally saw the two big birds. He was initially confused, but soon became pleasantly surprised. "Aren't these the golden rocs? So it turns out that they haven't been burnt down. The King Lord will be happy to hear it for sure."

Han Fen turned around and said, "I'm even happier."

Du Jian snorted but refrained from answering. It was a rare case that Han Fen could see through another person's thoughts. "I hereby declare that these two birds are mine. I will give them to whoever I want, and I will certainly not give them to the Unique King," Han Fen said.

"Yours?" Du Jian asked, his voice full of disdain. "How dare you say that?"

Han Fen's eyes widened. "Because I saw them first. First come, first served. Don't you know the rules?"

"The golden rocs have been in the castle for more than ten years and was stolen by the Waning Moon Hall. What's this so-called 'first come, first served'?"

"Seven years," Gu Shenwei corrected.