The Awakened Form
Hao Xuan's lips arched into a vicious grin seeing the forelimb closing in on him. He recalled all the trouble he had to go through because of his trap, the numerous deaths he experienced.
If not for the completely random ability he unintentionally got from devouring the Puer, Hao Xuan would have died here without a shadow of a doubt. But maybe that would have been a better alternative...
Hao Xuan extended his hand with the palm facing down. The Glaive trembled for an instant before shooting up into his grasp as if pulled by an invisible force.
A surge of spiritual sense ran through Hao Xuan's body as soon as he came into contact with it. It felt like he was holding a person's hand rather than an inanimate piece of metal. He didn't need to ask anything, all the answers directly came to him.