"Oh, has the Prince taken an interest in this Mystic Iron Sword?" Hua Yue Wushang raised an eyebrow indifferently.
"Ha." Yun Shangshu chuckled lightly, his voice crisp and pleasant like a spring water striking a stone.
"This Prince has no interest in that broken sword."
Hua Yue Wushang's face lost a trace of its smiling expression, and he mockingly said, "Then, is the Prince here to watch the fight?"
Yun Shangshu was unaffected by his mockery and took another step forward.
His hand slowly lifted, pointing towards the Xuan Fox in his embrace, and he smiled, "This Prince is interested in the fox you're holding."
Faced with such provocative words, not only did Hua Yue Wushang not get angry, but there wasn't even a ripple on his face.
"So, the Prince's aim is the Xuan Fox in my hands."
Saying this, he slightly lowered his gaze, reaching out to slowly stroke the Xuan Fox in his embrace.
