Eighteen Staves Through Heaven

"Master, this spirit weapon..." Shi Mu began.

"You ignorant kid. How dare you say that this weapon is an old-fashioned iron rod and too light for your liking?!" Yong Zhu said furiously.

"Please enlighten me, master."

Seeing Shi Mu bow in respect for his guidance, Yong Zhu's anger faded slightly.

"This staff was named for the power contained within the rune. It allows one's mind to be read, making everything big into something small and something heavy into something light. Although it is not of the highest grade that I've refined, it is still one of my most prize possessions. It's been unable to find an owner for a long timeand sat gathering dust until today, but don't look down on it," Yong Zhu said softly while looking at the weapon as if watching his own child.

"Thank you for allowing me to be its owner.."

Once he understood how precious the weapon was, Shi Mu caressed its slightly rough surface.