"Is this the Gan Family Ancestor, Gan Fengchi's son?"
The two retreated several dozen meters before coming to a stop again.
Watching from afar, Lian Youming felt his skin prickle and his hair stand on end as his body instinctively warned him.
The man was roughly his height and carried a long spear.
It was too long.
Xu Baishi's Kunlun Secret Sword was already around two meters long, but this spear measured at least three. From afar, it resembled a divine arrow that could pierce the heavens. Its entire length had a blue-green sheen, and beneath the moonlight, a terrifying black radiance suddenly sprang up along it.
It was not as though Lian Youming had never seen the weapons of the various martial schools. But all the weapons he had seen before were ultimately only extensions of the hands and feet. However well one grew accustomed to them, they could never match the agility of fists and feet, so in his eyes, they remained lifeless objects.
This spear was different. It gave off an uncanny, almost living presence, like some vicious, sinister beast that inspired dread without even startling anyone.
It was hard to imagine an object possessing such astonishing baleful energy.
"Why is that weapon so... strange?"
Beside him, the White Lotus Sect Master quickly explained, "It's like loving someone. If the person you love is hurt, your mind is affected too, as though you've entrusted a strand of it to them. What Gan Xihu loves is that spear. He lodged his spirit in it, kept it beside him day and night to grow accustomed to it, and steeped it in his spirit intent morning and evening, contemplating the sharpness of its edge. In other words, he loves that spear the way one loves a person. By now, man