It seemed as if the fish could fly out from the Spirit River and transform into a deadly blade at his whim.
"Due to my current cultivation level, the Spirit River can only contain five spell fish," he said.
There was a flash in Zhang Jing's eyes, then he thought:
"Essentially, I have five spells that I can use anytime, anywhere. It may not seem like much, but in practice - it should be terrifying. Moreover, as my cultivation level increases, so too will the number of spell fish in the Spirit River."
Perhaps in the not-too-distant future,
he could catch his enemies off guard with a full-blown spell storm, and then ask them if they were moved by his generosity.
Upon this thought, a slight smile curled up at the corners of Zhang Jing's mouth. He then lowered his head in contemplation.
Currently, the Spirit River could only hold five spells, so he had to choose carefully.
