The More Luck You Take, the More Miserable It Is (2)

Si Fuqing picked up the fan, examining it thoroughly for the first time.

This was her first opportunity to see the fan's full detail.

Closed, the fan's handle was sharp, and its bones were as hard as a sword, yet it was not as heavy as one.

Opened, the fan's surface was like a curved blade, capable of cutting through marble when thrown.

Even more intriguing, hidden within the fan's bones were twelve golden needles, activated by a mechanism in the handle.

When triggered, these needles could launch simultaneously, formidable even against multiple attackers.

The hidden weapons of the Mo family were unparalleled, their reputation well-earned.

Interestingly, the fan's principles were somewhat similar to the anti-gravity armor she had developed.

After twirling the fan in her hand, Si Fuqing set it down, her gaze then falling on the seemingly ordinary wheelchair beneath Yu Xiheng.