Misty Mountain, Wayless Sect.
Grand Hall Square.
At this very moment, Su Qianyuan was ecstatically sprinting across the square.
His upper body bare, he had muscles, which though present, weren't particularly pronounced; they were of a refined sort, seemingly unremarkable, yet capable of bursting forth with terrifying strength in combat.
In his hand, he clutched an axe radiating a brilliant glow.
No wonder Su Qianyuan was so happy.
Not long before, he had finally subdued the axe.
And the axe had fully acknowledged him.
It really confirmed the old saying.
"A twisted melon isn't sweet, but it quenches thirst."
The axe didn't acknowledge him, but it couldn't withstand his persistent cajoling.
In the end, it had capitulated.
Having earned the axe's approval,
Su Qianyuan also learned of its function.
This axe too belonged to the class of Superior Spiritual Treasures, named the Pankong Axe.
