"I know my weapon isn't particularly good, but it can make do for now. I'll talk about it again once I find a powerful weapon in the future," Little Alligator Dragon said calmly.
The middle-aged man shook his head. "That's not right. You must find a good weapon as early as possible. You absolutely cannot make do with a poor one. A weapon is like your own soul—you need to use it for a long time, until it becomes like a part of your body.
"If you keep using this ordinary weapon now, it will accompany you forever. If you later find a powerful weapon and want it to become part of your body, it will take several times longer, because you'll already be accustomed to this ordinary spiritual weapon. Changing that will be very difficult. It's like cutting off your arm and replacing it with a new one. Do you think that would be easy?"
Little Alligator Dragon stood there listening to the middle-aged man, then nodded. He had a point.
"But there aren't any powerful weapons right now, so I can only use this one," Little Alligator Dragon said.
He also wanted to find a powerful weapon, but he simply had no opportunity to do so.
The middle-aged man smiled faintly. "When I passed through the southern side of East Blue Penglai, I came across a small lake. During ancient times, something fought a great battle there. It is said that a divine weapon fell into that lake. No one has been able to find it all these years. I think you and I are somewhat fated. Do you dare give it a try?"
Little Alligator Dragon looked at the middle-aged man without speaking. He had only just arrived at Penglai—why was this man telling him such things?