Zhao Cheng did not stand on ceremony. He directly picked up the first piece. Then, as bright light blossomed, the stone in his hand had already transformed into a longsword. The instant this sword was born, it became an extension of his arm.
The fire of the sun flowed across the blade, radiating a terrifying aura. Yet, even from inches away, one could not feel the slightest trace of heat.
Compared to Li Huang'er, Belvia was the true rich woman, because the lowest quality item in her collection was gold-grade.
At the same time, because such equipment was a fusion of laws and energy, it could be rendered incorporeal after being refined. With a thought from Zhao Cheng, the longsword turned into a mark on the back of his hand.
Afterward, Zhao Cheng selected another equipment stone from among the many, one bearing the three attributes of Gale, Divine Speed, and Incorporeality, and turned it into a trench coat.
Equipping two pieces of gold equipment was already the limit that Zhao Cheng's current level of life could bear.
If he chose silver-grade equipment, his limit would be six pieces. Or rather, in this world, six was a very special number.
A hexagram, six points—absolute balance!
But even six pieces of silver equipment combined could not compare to a single piece of gold equipment in terms of strength.
This suddenly made Zhao Cheng feel that he really did seem to have quite a talent for living off women...
Still, he had traded his life for this. Nothing shameful about it!
That afternoon, Zhao Cheng returned home. It was not that he did not want to stay longer; mainly, his pendant had said it urgently needed to see him.
As for why he did not have the pendant come over, but