Gao Zhijian, his face flushed red with exertion, summoned all of his strength, trembling as he hoisted the gigantic halberd back onto the ox cart.
Without even stopping to catch his breath, he grabbed a piece of cloth and wrapped up the sharp head of the halberd.
Li, his senior brother, had told him that after practicing with the halberd, he must always wrap it up, because its previous owner had been a general from the Huo Shu, and if someone from the officialdom of Qingqiu recognized it, it could cause trouble.
Looking at the wrapped-up giant halberd, he scratched the back of his head, feeling a bit helpless.
He'd been practicing for so long, yet he could only just lift it; yet in that woman's hands, it seemed as light as paper.
He measured the length with his hand and thought that perhaps shortening it a bit might make it lighter and, if he was to use it, one zhang and two chi was too long.
