The young girl was like a delicately sculpted piece of art, her features as picturesque as a painting, resembling a copy of Jiang Yuxin.
The similarities in their interests were particularly striking, as both could regard a mere stick as a treasure.
Under normal circumstances, upon meeting each other, they would become fast friends, considering each other close confidants. Unfortunately, they had set their sights on the same item, inevitably placing them at opposing ends.
"How can you be like this? I saw the Star Staff first!"
Jiang Yuxin, puffing up with anger, blocked the girl's hand and glared at her as she accused.
