Jie Wenzhan’s expression froze, just as he was about to say something, Ye Chenfeng suddenly changed his tune.
"Wait." Ye Chenfeng said, then fell into silence as he looked at Tianmiao.
Jie Wenzhan was startled, then realized Ye Chenfeng was communicating with his Sword Spirit.
"If you feel sorry for me, give me that bag of Flowing Fire Fruit from your Storage Bag." In Ye Chenfeng’s heart, he felt a bit embarrassed, but outwardly he remained expressionless, his eyes cold.
Jie Wenzhan was stunned again, then turned to look at Tianmiao. Clearly, such a request definitely wasn’t put forward by Ye Chenfeng himself, but by his Sword Spirit.
But what does the Sword Spirit want with the Flowing Fire Fruit?
The Flowing Fire Fruit was given by Yang Shirui. Apart from looking good and tasting sweet, it had no other uses. It was just... well, a delicious fruit.
"Are you giving it or not?" Ye Chenfeng’s tone turned cold.
"Yes, yes, yes." Jie Wenzhan quickly took out a bag of fruit from his Storage Bag and handed it to Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng indeed took it and immediately passed it to Tianmiao. However, Tianmiao did not take it.
The next moment, Ye Chenfeng’s handsome face twisted into a snarl, though it was just for an instant, Jie Wenzhan still caught it.
Then, in Jie Wenzhan’s horrified gaze, he saw Ye Chenfeng take out an exquisite dagger and begin to peel the fruit.
Jie Wenzhan widened his eyes, staring at the scene before him, unable to recover for a long time.
"You can go now, we’re even." Ye Chenfeng’s tone was very cold, as if the next moment, with a disagreement, he would stab someone with the dagger.
"But..." Jie Wenzhan was still hesitant. It was inheritance, the inheritance of a being capable of Ascension.
"Inheritance, such a thing..." Suddenly, Tianmiao, who had been silent, lazily spoke up, "is acquired by those who are fated."
This statement seemed to have some logic.
Jie Wenzhan thought.
"Besides, inheritance isn’t necessarily for the powerful." Tianmiao took the peeled fruit from Ye Chenfeng and leisurely ate it, slowly squeezing out such a sentence.
Jie Wenzhan looked expressionless at Ye Chenfeng, then glanced at Tianmiao, decisively turned, and left.
This was a conversation that couldn’t be continued.
Indeed, birds of a feather flock together.
Ye Chenfeng’s Sword Spirit is just like him, making people furious! Hmph!
Actually, on the Flying Spiritual Boat, everyone was paying attention to this side. No wonder, Tianmiao, such a Sword Spirit, really captured everyone’s eyes.
When they saw Ye Chenfeng peeling fruit for her, everyone’s eyes widened even more.
Not to mention how magical it was for a haughty, cold person like Ye Chenfeng to peel fruit, the fact that a Sword Spirit eats fruit was startling enough, wasn’t it?
Tianmiao calmly accepted the surprised and curious gazes, Ye Chenfeng also stood steadily by Tianmiao’s side, expressionless.
Jie Wenzhan wore an "I’m sulking, don’t bother me" expression as he went to the edge of the deck.
Upon returning to the Canglang Sect, Tianmiao followed Ye Chenfeng to the great hall.
The Elders, along with the Peak Masters from various peaks, also arrived.
The Sect Leader stood above, looking gratified at Ye Chenfeng and Jie Wenzhan standing below.
He already knew about the news of Jie Wenzhan acquiring inheritance and Ye Chenfeng obtaining the Divine Weapon.
These two had given him great surprises, today Canglang Sect was truly a day of double happiness.
But why do both of their expressions seem... a bit unhappy?
The Sect Leader looked confusedly at the faces of these two, completely puzzled.