"Actually, I want to find a weapon I like. The one that suits me best is the best one. I just haven't found it yet." Ling Tian remembered what his father and master had both told him.
"Oh, I see. But you should still find something to use in the meantime," Hua Min'er said.
"Right. Let me think... Ah, I've got it." Ling Tian's eyes lit up, and he took out a long, emerald-green flute.
"Is that the flute you played last time?" Hua Min'er recalled the two of them playing their flutes and dancing together. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her heart filled with tenderness.
"Yep. A first-grade spirit artifact—not bad." As he spoke, Ling Tian began twirling the flute in his hand.
"Brother Ling Tian, wouldn't this flute be bad for attacking?" Hua Min'er had always thought flutes were only for playing music, so naturally they weren't very good for fighting.
"Heh, I'm only using it as a means of transport. Besides, I don't plan to attack people with Object Flight." Ling Tian smiled and explained.
"You won't use Object Flight? Then how will you attack?" Hua Min'er asked in surprise.
"Heh, actually, using flying swords to attack people is a mistake to begin with." Ling Tian's words were startling. Most people in the Cultivation World attacked with flying swords, so saying this was practically courting outrage.
"A mistake? How could that be? Everyone does it." Hua Min'er looked utterly incredulous.
"There's no point in saying more. Try attacking me and you'll see." Ling Tian smiled.
"Oh, all right. Be careful, Brother Ling Tian." As she spoke, Hua Min'er summoned her flying sword and flicked her hand. The sword howled toward Ling Tian.
Just as the flying sword was about to strike him, Ling Tian remained completely calm.