Ox-Head wore a mask, so his expression could not be seen, but Su Xin could imagine what kind of mood Ox-Head was in right now.
"Lady Meng Po, either call me Old Ox or Ox-Head. Can't you stop calling me that?" Ox-Head pleaded.
He was one of the Underworld's oldest members, yet every time someone new joined, he had to be embarrassed once. By now, the name Ox-Head had become one of the Underworld's biggest jokes.
Meng Po snorted coldly. "What? You don't like being called Little Ox? Do you want to have a little spar with me?"
Ox-Head hurriedly shook his head. He had once considered resisting with force, but unfortunately, he had lost horribly—horribly—to Meng Po.
Su Xin coughed. "Old Ox, are you interested in these Heavenly Soldier Remains?"
Seeing Su Xin shift the subject, Ox-Head immediately nodded. "That's right. My brother Horse-Face uses a saber. Once this broken blade is repaired, it'll be just right for him."
Su Xin gave Ox-Head a slightly surprised look. Legend had it that Ox-Head and Horse-Face were inseparable, and it seemed that was true in the Underworld as well. He just wondered what the relationship between Black and White Impermanence was like.
At that moment, Houtu said in her cool voice, "Horse-Face uses a Slender Willow Miao Saber, while this saber was originally a Wild Goose Feather Saber. Their blade forms are incompatible."
The stronger a martial artist became, the greater their requirements for compatibility with their weapon. Even the slightest mismatch would not do.
Thus, nearly half of all martial artists did not possess a weapon that truly suited them.
For example, a normal Spirit Transformation Realm martial artist should at least wield a Mysterious Grade weapon, yet because they lacked a suitable weapon, even half of them still carried