"Good brother, come and look, come and look!"
Back at the Martial Arts School, Liang Qu called over Chen Jiechang, brimming with excitement as he led him back to his room.
Chen Jiechang, clueless, followed behind: "Look at what? The stuff in the long box?"
"Exactly, I'm going to show you my precious treasure."
Liang Qu opened his long wooden box, displaying his splendid spear in its full glory,
with a deep purple body like sandalwood and a jet-black spearhead, beautiful in every detail, yet exuding a formidable aura.
"Such a beautiful spear!"
Chen Jiechang's face showed amazement as he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"Impressive, isn't it? My third senior brother gave it to me!"
"Awesome!"
Chen Jiechang couldn't resist touching it, and as soon as he did, he was shocked: "Hiss, it's so heavy! How much does this spear weigh?"
"Ninety-six pounds!"
"That heavy? Isn't it like getting injured by a scrape and killed by a touch? Can you actually wield it?"
