Jiang Ming didn't go but took a long spear out of the Quasi-Sage Dao Vessel. Then, under Linglong's doubtful gaze, he wiped the tip of the spear again and again.
It was an everlasting weapon, so sharp that it could pierce through all things.
However, as Jiang Ming wiped, the tip of the spear became slightly blunt, and in the end, the tip was worn down.
Linglong, who didn't understand at first, suddenly realized Jiang Ming's implicit meaning and couldn't help but guffaw. "Senior Brother, are you telling me that you're purely ornamental, or it's gone bald?"
"F*ck off!" Jiang Ming's face darkened. "What I meant is that we must not be yearning for sex too much. Otherwise, we'll be like this spear, worn down sooner or later."
"Alright, Senior Brother, you don't have to explain further. I understand, haha, I understand…"
Jiang Ming bent his arm to slap his Junior Sister from her back, throwing her out.
