When it reached Yu Ci, the javelin carried no force at all, and he caught it easily.
The moment it landed in his hand, the heat from the metal shaft made Yu Ci's palm twitch. The searing pain against his flesh was intense. He immediately understood: the talismans on this throwing spear had already been activated, but someone had used some method to forcibly seal them down. The only one capable of doing that was the master of Sunken Sword Cave.
Sure enough, the master of Sunken Sword Cave spoke next. "Keep this spear for self-defense. I have sealed the power triggered by its talismans within it, so it will not explode anytime soon."
That sounded truly awkward, but Yu Ci knew he was telling the truth. Beneath the dense talismans covering the surface of the throwing spear, he could sense astonishing power. If he hurled it out in a moment of crisis and shattered its temporary balance, the destructive force unleashed would surely be formidable.
But who cared... Why give it to me for no reason?
Yu Ci had not received the slightest goodwill from the master of Sunken Sword Cave. Feeling the strange looks around him, he thought the phrase "hot potato" could not have been more fitting.
With the four Rogue Cultivators having fled and Xia Boyang free, only two groups totaling five people remained. The situation looked simpler, but in truth it had become many times more dangerous. On one side, Wen Shifei and his people were hardly models of gentleness, kindness, courtesy, restraint, and humility. On the other, Incense Slave could not possibly be of one mind with him. Yu Ci understood that perfectly well.
Yet under such circumstances, the master of Sunken Sword Cave had pushed him into the "most special, most conspicuous" position.