City A, Sylvia's villa.
In the villa's hall, Fang Li once again sat on the floor, wiping down Bō Xié in its fixed Commanding Sword form.
After being fixed in the Commanding Sword form, Fang Li's usual cleaning routine had become somewhat more complicated than before.
Previously, he only needed to wipe down Bō Xié's Activation Body. Now, he had to clean the entire two-meter-long Commanding Sword, which was naturally far more troublesome.
Still, no matter how troublesome it was, it only took a little more time. It made no real difference to Fang Li.
Bō Xié had now become an important part of Fang Li's strength, so naturally, he would not neglect its maintenance.
Moon Blade, on the other hand, was gradually falling behind Fang Li's growth.
After all, Moon Blade was only a Fourth Level weapon.
Although once Fang Li activated the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, it made little difference what weapon he used, and he could still kill anything, there were already few opponents who required him to use the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception to defeat them. Even if one appeared, it would prove that the opponent was strong enough to make Fang Li use Bō Xié. In that case, Moon Blade naturally seemed somewhat inadequate.
Fang Li had even begun considering whether he should sell Moon Blade.
Just as he was thinking that, a burst of playful chatter reached his ears.
"Just as I thought, Blizzard is really well-endowed..."
"D-Don't keep staring... You're not small either...!"
"But I'm still no match for Blizzard."
"T-That's because I'm older, right? You'll definitely be able to grow more later!"
"But Blizzard is still more impressive right now. Men must keep staring at these, right?"
"If they dared, I'd gouge their eyes out... Ah! Don't touch!"
"Hehe, such