"Hmm?"
North Mountain Evil Fire, upon seeing Su Ran on the arena, and especially the staff in his hands, had his eyes bursting with bright light. It was as if a dying person had spotted a lifesaving hope. If it weren't for system limitations, he would have pounced already.
"Spilt Water Can't Be Regained, give me back my staff!"
"Jeez, why are you so jumpy when talking? You nearly scared my soul away!"
Su Ran lost all interest in examining the staff's attributes. After tossing it into his inventory, he couldn't help but complain, "The ring is only so big, I can hear you even if you fart—can't you lower your voice?!"
At that moment, Su Ran was a bit reluctant to face North Mountain Evil Fire. After all, he hadn't yet disposed of the pilfered goods and now the original owner was right there—incredibly awkward.
"Spilt Water Can't Be Regained, if you're a man, give me back my staff!"
