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.
