It was a wooden handle that was two-foot-long. A grayish-white bundle of long hair that was the same length as the handle hung at its end.
As an Easterner who had been influenced by movies and TV shows since he was young, Chen Feng naturally knew what this thing was. When he saw the object, he gradually thought of his exact name.
That was the horsetail whisk.
This was a magic treasure that most people would carry since ancient times. It could be said to be omnipotent.
At the same time, there was a ball of light floating above this horsetail whisk.
According to the feedback from the Divine Western Church in his body, Chen Feng knew that the thing in front of him corresponded to the Eastern Supreme Divine Spark.
In the next moment, before Chen Feng could answer the old man's questions, the sage-like old man, tossed two things toward him.
In the next moment, the two things had already merged into his body like flowing water.
