"This!"
"Brother Yi, you absolutely must not!"
"We have rendered no service, so how could we dare accept such a gift!"
The two old men repeatedly voiced their refusal, their faces paling in fright.
They looked so righteous, as if those two swords were truly some peerless treasures, and accepting them would mean owing an enormous favor.
But how could such social niceties possibly fool Yi Feng?
Though the two old men appeared righteous and stern, their eyes could not help drifting toward the Iron Swords.
Their mouths said no, but their bodies were painfully honest.
They looked exactly like him when he received New Year's money as a child.
As someone who had been through it, Yi Feng was all too familiar with such occasions. He knew every word and gesture was merely part of the ritual.
Watching the two old men solemnly refuse, he could only sense the strong air of clumsy acting.
It was social etiquette, but it was not unpleasant.
At the very least, they had played along and exchanged polite words. Faced with two pieces of junk, that was already giving him plenty of face.
Yi Feng smiled and let out a feigned helpless sigh.
"Ah, looks like you two don't think much of these lousy swords either. In that case, I may as well throw them away. Perhaps someone else might like them."
The moment his words fell, the two old men froze!
Zui Wuya and Wei Donghai abruptly looked at each other, their eyes filled with urgency.
Such rare treasured swords were things that old fellows like them had only heard of. Yet Senior Yi intended to toss them aside so casually. Such vision was truly beyond reach.
Hearing this, neither of them dared say another word.
They did not dare accept such