Su Jian was getting nervous, too.
But he forced a confident expression onto his face.
"Just watch. He's already given me plenty of surprises; I'm sure this time will be no different."
In reality, his palms were slick with sweat.
'That's my life-bound weapon... Please don't let him turn it into a piece of scrap iron.'
Time slowly trickled by.
There were no earth-shattering explosions, no wailing alarms.
A mere twenty minutes passed.
The door to the workshop suddenly slid open with a soft HUM.
Han Feng walked out.
He hadn't broken a sweat; even his clothes were perfectly neat. He held the long spear in one hand and casually tossed it to Su Jian.
"Catch."
Su Jian instinctively reached out and caught it.
It felt slightly heavy in his hand.
But that was immediately followed by a warm, smooth sensation spreading from his palm.
The slight prickling and resistance from before were gone. It was as if the spear had always been a part of his body.
