Qin Ming was taken aback. The Jade Consort was his... What was the artifact spirit talking about?
It sure had no filter, daring to say anything out loud.
In front of Qin Ming, a seed of fire radiated divine light in all directions. He had cultivated the Six Ding Divine Fire, which should have brought him joy. However, his current expression could easily be misunderstood.
He immediately reminded the artifact spirit not to speak such bizarre remarks.
He wasn't a thin-skinned person. These words didn't bother him, but speaking this way was an offense to Jiang Ran.
The heavenly halberd liquefied, flowing like molten nine-colored glass, clinging to Jiang Ran's body in the form of divine clothes, whispering softly. She naturally heard it clearly.
"So, I'm the prize?" Her beautiful eyes shot out divine brilliance, and black lines appeared on her fair forehead.
