What?
Give it up?
Hearing Guo Jing say this, Ye Weiming felt like his whole world had gone wrong.
Come on, this dagger was a divine weapon!
Though its uses seemed rather limited at the moment, it was still a divine weapon, all right?
You wanted him to give it up just because you said so? Why didn't you give Huang Rong to him instead?
He was cursing inwardly, but when Ye Weiming saw Guo Jing's utterly sincere expression, he immediately understood. As long as he gently shook his head, given Guo Jing's honest nature, he would definitely return the dagger engraved with his name to its original owner at once.
The only problem was that the favorability he had worked so hard to build up earlier would probably take quite a hit.
In truth, this had happened because Ye Weiming, worried that Ouyang Feng might return, had insisted on following him out to investigate. He had not even had time to retrieve the dagger beforehand.
He could not blame Guo Jing for it, and he did not hold any resentment toward Han Xiaoying either.
Since the trouble had been caused by his own mistake, he should find a way to solve it himself!
Between Guo Jing's favorability and a divine weapon dagger, this choice barely even qualified as a choice. Ye Weiming's answer was naturally, "No problem!"
As he spoke, Ye Weiming snatched the dagger back from Guo Jing's hand once more. He lovingly stroked its blade and said, "Come to think of it, I'm really a little envious of Yang Kang."
"Though he acknowledged a thief as his father and committed all evils, he had such a good brother as you. That really is enough to make anyone envious!"
As he spoke, Ye Weiming held the "Guo Jing