This was a long spear with a single eye.
At the base of the spearhead, there were two small, unreal hands as thin as twine, now raised high in a bodybuilding pose. From a distance, one might mistake it for a trident blade.
[Shen's Golden Spear Demon, Gold-Based Demon Spirit, no fixed species rating]
[With long spear in hand, shadowy reflections I cast. Once battled through the whirlwind, shed all past romantic thoughts.]
"Why did I end up contracting with such a thing..."
Bai Chuan was dumbfounded, "How much is this going to cost..."
"Why not just snap back into Sumeru and pretend that nothing happened?"
Chen Xuan came up with a suggestion, "The commotion earlier seemed to have damaged the surveillance, so as long as we do not voluntarily confess, no one should know, right?"
"I know."
Just as the words were spoken, a deep voice came from behind.
Turning around, they saw the Master of Sichun Daoist School, Ye Feihong, looking down at the two of them lying on the ground.