"Such martial arts, I really don't know how he cultivated them..."
Nie Luncai toyed with the heavy iron ball in his hand, his thoughts drifting.
This iron ball, which he had examined countless times over the past seven years, was confirmed to be originally just ordinary Hundred Refined Steel, from the Treasure Sword in his collection.
But after compression, the material of this iron ball had become nearly indestructible, even his True Qi could hardly damage it.
Every time he saw this iron ball, Nie Luncai couldn't help but recall that breathtaking, unforgettable night.
"You really like this thing?"
A voice suddenly came from behind, carrying a hint of laughter.
"Ah?"
Nie Luncai was startled, turned sharply, and saw a familiar figure, wearing a silver metal mask, standing with hands behind his back.
"Greetings, senior!"
Without a word, he deeply bowed, his attitude extremely respectful, while secretly clicking his tongue in surprise.
