Sensing the confused looks from Ye Xuan and the others, Chen Xing declared smugly, "Young Master Xuan, don't you think I'd be a perfect match for this sword if I wore a blue robe? Tsk, tsk, I'd be the very picture of a handsome man! Hahaha."
The image of the portly Chen Xing in a blue robe, brandishing a sword, made Ye Xuan and the others grimace in exasperation.
This Chen Xing was just too shameless. A moment ago, he was complaining about being so poor that he needed them to reimburse his ticket of over ten thousand Profound Coins. Now, in the blink of an eye, he was about to spend one hundred and eighty thousand on a flashy, impractical sword just to look cool. It was the height of shamelessness.
"Huh? That brat is actually interested in the Lankong?" Inside private box number six, the occupants were stunned when they heard Chen Xing's bid.
"Oh, I see. He must be trying to win the sword to curry favor with those two beauties."
