Fang Che said: "Simple and easy to understand, a good name."
Jun Lin said: "But you are different. The battles filled with killing that you will face in the future will even surpass mine; countless souls are destined to perish under this spear of yours."
"So, an ordinary name is not suitable."
Fang Che nodded: "I am also troubled by this. I always feel that no name is suitable, and I can't make up my mind at the moment."
Jun Lin said: "If that's the case, how about I give your spear a name?"
Fang Che was overjoyed: "Please bestow it with a name, elder."
Jun Lin looked at the still unfinished Divine Attribute Metal in Fang Che's hand, where a dense Evil Qi was already gathering at the spear tip.
The sharpness of the Evil Qi was about to bloom into a blade.
