Xu Fufu circled around the weapon rack a few times, looking troubled. Shall I try this one? Can't lift it! How about that one? Can't lift it either. Eventually, at the very edge, he finally found a spear made of white waxwood. This one wasn't as heavy, he could lift it.
Taking the spear off the weapon rack, Xu Fufu muttered to himself, "An inch longer, an inch stronger, with this in hand, who can match me?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but strike a pose he thought was very cool, then quickly ran off, chasing after Chu Mo and Miao Yi Niang who had already walked quite far.
"Wait for me!"
Chu Mo walked with ease, instinctively using the Pangu stance in his steps.
Sure enough, he could still use it!
Of course, it was nowhere near the divine might of stepping a trillion miles in the past.
