"Faction Leader Tang, how did you do that?" Qian Jindou asked in shock.
"Just a few little tricks, nothing worth mentioning." Tang Yan waved a hand without explaining in detail. "You can ask your sect master to inspect it later and see whether the repairs meet expectations. If not, I'll restore it to its original state."
"You can even restore it to its original state?" Another wave surged through Qian Jindou's heart. He could understand repairing something broken, but being able to return it to its original broken state truly defied the heavens. For a moment, curiosity and awe deepened in his gaze as he looked at Tang Yan.
Once the Nine-Dragon Spear was back in its place, Tang Yan suddenly felt a thought shoot from the spear into his mind.
Clang!
A spear's ringing echoed through his mind. In that instant, he seemed to gain the slightest glimmer of insight into spear intent.
Tang Yan's heart trembled slightly. This feeling... it seemed to be gratitude from the Nine-Dragon Spear!
Did all damaged famous weapons express gratitude after being repaired, or was this a trait unique to the Nine-Dragon Spear?
He could try again when he found an opportunity.
The rear peak of the Overlord Spear Sect.
Zhuang Zhile stood on a patch of level ground beside the river, gazing at the surging waters, his figure as straight and tall as a spear.
The rushing river was like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses, galloping and roaring with a rolling thunder. At a bend, it struck the rock wall on one side, throwing up countless sprays before suddenly plunging downstream with astonishing force.
At last, Zhuang Zhile gained an insight. A spear appeared in his hand, and he thrust it fiercely forward.
Whoosh!
The overbearing wind of his