"Is this the Golden Dragon Spear?" Lu Xiao murmured in his sea of consciousness.
His awareness returned to reality. He quietly got up, leaped down from the second floor, and landed steadily in the open space behind the inn.
Several tall locust trees stood in the backyard, their lush branches casting mottled shadows beneath the moonlight. They were just enough to conceal him and keep him from being noticed.
After landing, Lu Xiao looked around. Only after confirming that no one was nearby did he calm his mind and lightly brush his right hand across his brow.
A tiny spear resembling a golden needle, radiating a faint golden glow, flew out from between his brows and drifted lightly through the air.
Immediately afterward, the tiny golden needle began expanding at a visible rate. Its golden radiance grew brighter and brighter, while dark dragon-shaped patterns slowly emerged along the shaft, accompanied by a deep dragon's roar.
In an instant, the tiny golden needle transformed into a spear roughly five meters long and dropped into Lu Xiao's hands.
Lu Xiao gripped the Golden Dragon Spear with both hands. The shaft felt warm and smooth, yet contained vast power, as though he was not holding a spear, but a slumbering giant dragon.
He lightly swung his arm. The Golden Dragon Spear tore through the night sky with a piercing whistle, and wherever its tip passed, the air itself was ripped apart, leaving behind a streak of golden afterimage.
"So sharp!"
Lu Xiao secretly marveled as he tried to mobilize the Bloodline Power within his body and pour it into the Golden Dragon Spear.
The dragon patterns on the spear suddenly lit up. Its golden glow surged as an even greater pressure spread outward!
The weeds on the ground in the backyard began withering