"I refuse to accept this, why has he been declared the first place? He just randomly piled up the Artifact Refining materials, without any form of processing. Moreover, several Elders have not even looked at my Magic Treasure yet!"
The black-robed person was burning with anger inside, unable to comprehend what sorcery Ye Liangchen had used to snatch the first place with such perfunctory methods.
"If you can't accept it, just hold it in. Your fan at best is a Sixth Grade and a half magic treasure, even if we don't consider the interference and grant it Seventh Grade, it still can't hold a candle to this little puddle!"
The Elders glanced at him and spoke slowly.
"What's so special about this little puddle then? Could the Elders explain?"
Trying to contain his rage, the black-robed person couldn't understand why these irritating old men hadn't given his fan a single glance and simply awarded first place to that troublemaker; he was not convinced at all.