In the sky.
There were faint thunderclouds gathering.
However, for some reason, there was no lightning.
After a long time.
The thunderclouds slowly dissipated, and everything returned to its clear state.
In the courtyard.
Shen Yuqing looked at the stone table in front of him in a daze. No one knew what he was thinking.
As for Qin shujian ...
At this time, he retracted his hand and poured himself a new cup of spiritual tea. Then, he sat to the side and tasted the spiritual tea while quietly waiting for something.
As for the stone table in front of him ...
At this moment, it was already flowing with light, and it faintly possessed a heavy might.
it's a pity that it's just an ordinary material. Even if it's been nurtured by spiritual energy, the time is still too short. It can't withstand the power that a spiritual weapon should have.
Qin shujian shook his head in regret as he looked at the stone table.
