Now that Yue Mingxuan's eyes were on them, should he give them or not?
Seeing Gongsun Xing's pained expression, Yue Mingxuan became even more certain that these gloves were valuable.
Following his principle of "if a wild goose passes by, pluck it without mercy," he said, "Before, you said I could join your Silver Needle Sect, yet you couldn't even spare a measly pair of gloves. I only want them because these golden gloves are dazzling and suit me well, otherwise, I wouldn't care at all."
As the saying goes, provoking someone works better than tempting them.
Seeing Yue Mingxuan speak so boldly, Gongsun Xing realized that if he didn't give him the gloves now, the entire Silver Needle Sect might earn a reputation for stinginess.
After all, he would be part of their valley in the future; giving them to him was just making use of resources within the family.
