On the second floor of the Hall of Gods, the female sales assistant eagerly brought Zhou Donghuang and Fu to the rack filled with spears. "Sir, we only have these two spears here."
As she spoke, Zhou Donghuang could also see that there were only two spears on the rack before him. One of them had a spearhead of iron ore, with a shiny blade that looked extremely sharp. The shaft was made of a bamboo stick, but he could easily tell that this was no ordinary piece of bamboo. Furthermore, a spear made of ordinary bamboo would not possibly be placed here on the second floor of the Hall of Gods.
Seeing his gaze fall on that spear, the lady smiled and said, "Sir, for this spear, the head is made of purified precious purple iron ore. As for the shaft, it is made of extremely rare tan bamboo, which makes it as strong as steel but more flexible. But this spear is only about 50kg heavy."
