With the Ice Lance leading the way, the other weapons on the rack seemed somewhat ordinary. But following the habits of a veteran, he still drew his usual Border Guard Blade and tucked it behind his back, then took a pair of Iron Maces and hung them on his belt hoop before carefully lifting the tent flap and stepping out.
Once outside the tent, Hu Bianguan didn't notice that with his departure, the weapon rack and all the weapons on it started to fade away, as if they had never existed.
His attention was drawn to another object at the tent entrance—a chestnut war horse, complete with saddle and reins.
"Today, my wishes have truly come true."
First the Bright Armor, then the Ice Lance, and now a fine steed. Even in the face of chaotic circumstances, the horse showed no signs of panic and was certainly a battle-hardened warhorse.
Without a second thought, Hu Bianguan led it over, mounted it, and made it his own steed.
