"I wonder, Brother Yantian, what weapon do you use?"
Xia Changqing asked as he gripped a spiritual soft sword. The sword was three feet long, two fingers wide, and as thin as a cicada's wing. Its material was unknown, but it radiated a faint, mysterious light.
"Nothing special, just a spear."
Yun Yantian replied casually, flipping his hand to summon the Cloud Pattern Spear he had taken from Bai Li Moyi.
"Brother Yantian's spear is no ordinary weapon. It seems you must have gained some remarkable immortal opportunity in the mountain," Xia Changqing remarked, his tone laced with curiosity.
"An opportunity? Hardly. I almost lost my life in Wanlong Mountain," Yun Yantian replied with a self-deprecating smile, deliberately omitting any mention of inheriting the Hundred Battles Spear Art.
"I see."
Xia Changqing nodded subtly, though suspicion lingered in his eyes. He clearly didn't believe Yun Yantian's words.
