[Hand Over Your Wands] did not mean placing weapons in an empty compartment for safekeeping. Witches' wands were precious, and someone might get crooked ideas.
Thus, handing over wands was merely ceremonial. In general, the wands were taken away by Lin Zhaojun for storage.
The airship bound for Sea Spring Pass had switched to land-travel mode, rolling forward on pulleys and tracks along a long grassy road. This road belonged to Sea Spring Fort Sky Island and stretched roughly 430 kilometers, surrounded by hunting-ground Sky Islands of the same length, with gaps between them.
Inside the airship, while the other witches curiously took in the hunting grounds beyond the grassy road, A Lin stood with her hands on her hips, wielding Jiang Han's lightsword one-handed. Under Jiang Han's sulky gaze, she struck an Iron Gate Stance from Meyer Swordsmanship.
She swung the lightsword, and a sharp stroke shaved the peel off an apple Nyx had tossed over. The bone-eating toxin had not even seeped into the flesh.
Fu Qi caught the apple with her tail and stuffed it into her mouth in one go.
Crunch, crunch.
The Mountain Dragon Witch munched away contentedly and said indistinctly, "What a sharp legendary sword-wand. It ought to be classified as a sword-wand."
Lin Zhaojun raised the sword before her face, studied it for a moment, then withdrew the blade of light. "It was repaired recently?"
Jiang Han, so furious she had practically turned into a Cat Lamp and was on the verge of meowing, flicked her tail. "How could you tell?"
She truly was a little curious.
"An outstanding witch can identify from the magical residue on a wand what spells it has cast, when it was maintained, how many witches it has killed—meaning in duels—how many otherworldly creatures it has slain... their