"Xue Qing, go fetch my Hundred Birds Phoenix Spear!" Xia Shuangshuang smiled serenely towards Xue Qing in the pavilion, and said.
Xue Qing bowed and left the pavilion!
Before long, Xue Qing returned, carrying a spear wrapped in a moon-white sheath. The spear seemed heavy, and Xue Qing held it horizontally in her arms, walking with apparent effort!
When Xue Qing reached Xia Shuangshuang, Xia Shuangshuang grabbed the spear with the sheath, pulled it abruptly, and handed the sheath back to Xue Qing!
As soon as Xia Shuangshuang held the spear in her right hand, her entire aura seemed to transform suddenly!
The spear was a head taller than she was, with a blade like a phoenix's feather, curved and sharp. The shaft was engraved with various bird motifs, and a snowy white tassel floated beside the phoenix-feather-like blade.
Duan Rong sat in the pavilion, and his eyes lit up! What a fine weapon!
