"Battle Weapon?" Meng Hao asked hesitantly.
"A weapon used in battle," the parrot replied slowly. "A treasure that can seize the Heavens without magical techniques!" The parrot looked very solemn as it spoke. However, its next sentence revealed its true feelings.
"Obviously, it's actually Lord Fifth that becomes a Battle Weapon. Hahaha! Keep working hard, Haowie. Lord Fifth hasn't had a chance to be a Battle Weapon for a long, long time. I really miss that feeling of being able to penetrate all holes that I can lay eyes on...." With that, its eyes began to glow, and it shivered with so much excitement that it forgot to flap its wings and promptly fell out of the air.
Meng Hao cleared his throat and ignored the arrogant parrot. He looked over at the meat jelly, which was standing there, eyes burning with passion. Considering how uncharacteristically reticent it was being, Meng Hao could help but ask what was going on.
