A night passed, and it was now the next morning.
After Ling Feng got up and washed, Feiyan also arrived.
Seeing her, Ling Feng quickly asked, "Is that thing refined?"
"Yes!"
Feiyan nodded, stretched out her small hand, and a few silver needles appeared in her palm.
Ling Feng counted them and found there were nine in total.
The silver needles were about ten centimeters long, sharp at both ends, glinting with a cold light.
Seeing this, Ling Feng asked, "How do you use this kind of weapon?"
"You control them with your mind, just give it a try and you'll know." Feiyan placed the nine silver needles in his palm.
Once Ling Feng held them, he felt his palm empty with a thought.
When he looked up, he found that the few silver needles had appeared on the door behind him out of thin air.
This thing really wasn't constrained by space!
Normal cold or hot weapons have certain paths and trajectories.
