Begins Ahead of Time

One hour later… in the branch stronghold of the Dark Moon Cult.

Shi Mu sat by the side of a wooden table. He looked at the black blade and the short stick in his hands, and a wry smile loomed on his face.

The fact was that he had gone a few rounds of trials, but he had found that the golden lizard's venom didn't respond to his present meteoric-iron black blade and stick.

It couldn't be denied that these two weapons had become very formidable after refinement… so much so that they could destroy the hardest of defenses. However, their strength had reduced since they didn't allow the inscription of magic spells on them.

Shi Mu was trying to decide whether he should go ahead and purchase the two high-ranked hilted weapons when a puff of black smoke had suddenly appeared in front of him along with Yan Luo's silhouette. Then, a girl's melodious voice had resounded in his mind.

"Lend me your stick."