"??" Mo Ye glared at him angrily.
Fire Nether, however, wore a calm expression: "You think I'd be afraid of battle?"
In his heart, apart from his master, Spear Dao mattered most.
He would never fear a fight.
Let alone... fighting for a friend.
Fire Nether never spoke these words aloud, yet Mo Ye clearly saw them in his eyes.
"Instead of talking all these pointless things, why not just have a good fight?" Fire Nether said, his spear thrust speeding up sharply.
Mo Ye had no time to think, he could only try his best to keep up.
When the two had fought until they were exhausted, Fire Nether looked at Mo Ye collapsed on the ground, and calmly said: "This Fire Qilin Spear has always been forged bit by bit with your help. All those materials you risked your life to save up—a huge part of them was used for the Fire Qilin Spear. But my spear can't stop here. Mo Ye, I'm still waiting for you to help me raise its grade even higher."
