As for the name suggested by Yang Yuelian...
It's better not to mention; they were all poetic and artistic in style.
Names like "Naihe Bridge Head Moon," although catchy, seemed a bit too delicate, clashing with the domineering appearance of the halberd.
Yang Zhaoxing was also at a loss and, while holding his forehead, came up with an excuse:
"Nephew, you'd better think of it yourself. Naming it with your... own thoughts will make it more satisfying to use in the future."
Meng Chuan nodded in response. In fact, he had been secretly pondering it in his heart.
After a while, a bright expression appeared on his face.
Simplify it, make it straightforward.
He reached into the void, and the halberd materialized from the black particles again, hovering in his palm, transitioning from ethereal to solid.
Meng Chuan's gaze roamed over the halberd, and wherever he looked, a bright luster brushed over the corresponding area of the dark halberd, as if responding to him.
