When Chen Qing pushed open the stone door of the Quiet Room, a biting wind swept fine snow into his face. The world outside had already become a vast expanse of white.
Chen Qing stood in the courtyard and took a deep breath of the crisp winter air, feeling utterly refreshed.
"Qing Dai."
"Senior Brother." Qing Dai hurried over from beneath the corridor, a thin layer of snow already resting on her shoulders.
"I'm going to the Weapon Forging Hall. If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I'll be back by evening."
"Yes, Senior Brother."
Chen Qing straightened his robes and headed toward Tianbao Giant City.
Over the past four months, aside from cultivating in seclusion, he had also received messages from Bai Xi. Chen Qing had fobbed her off by saying that there were no leads for the time being.
"Seven-Colored Moon Orchid..." Chen Qing repeated inwardly.
Over the past four months, he had kept watch both inside and outside the sect. He had even secretly asked Qu He and Meng Qianxue to inquire about it, yet he had found nothing.
It seemed Elder Pei had been right. This thing was indeed rare. Perhaps he truly had to make a trip to the Lingxiao Supreme Sect.
However, there was something else before him that he anticipated even more.
Ten days ago, Lang Shanghai had sent word through Bai Zhi. The long spear forged primarily from Golden Thunder Bamboo, supplemented by rare materials such as Nine Heavens Profound Iron and the Thousand-Year Lightning-Struck Wood Heart, had reached its final critical stage. He had invited Chen Qing to the Weapon Forging Hall today—the very day the precious weapon would emerge from the furnace.
For this spear, he had spent most of the fortune he had accumulated before.
A top-grade spirit