"Thanks to your 'guidance' back then..." Xuanyuan Yichen sneered, slowly unclenching his right hand, "I finally found it—the Yellow Official Pen!"
A brush glowing with an eerie yellow light appeared in his palm.
There were nine blood-red patterns coiling around the brush shaft, writhing slowly like living creatures.
The brush tip was made of some unknown creature's hair, exuding a chilling and sinister aura.
"I admit your talent is extraordinary," Xuanyuan Yichen sneered, the Yellow Official Pen in his hand emanating a bewitching red glow.
"But talent is one thing, and luck is another! If it weren't for my extraordinary luck, how could I have found such an ancient secret treasure? Not to mention the royal destiny I bear—how could you possibly compare to me?"
