C271 (part I)

After the white light dissipated, Loong Aotian glimpsed a hazy outline of the spear. It was a gleaming silver weapon, its entirety shimmering with an untouchable purity that seemed too sacred for anyone to dare tarnish with a mere touch.

"Aotian, this spear is named Phantom. What are you doing standing there? Seize this moment to grasp it, channel your energy