When Yan Fuzhen saw Ning Xuan approach, he raised the crimson, menacing-looking Red Bone Whip from the floor and presented it with both hands held high above his head. "My arrangements were inadequate, which placed you in danger, Master. Please bestow the whip as punishment."
Ning Xuan sat on the sofa, looking down at the sinuous, wicked Red Bone Whip. The light seemed to flow over the whip's crimson markings like molten lava, casting a bloody glow. Countless barbs protruded from its bone-like segments, each tipped with a Red Refining Stone the size of a grain of rice, making the whip's red aura blaze even brighter.
