Shen Bai pondered, "Then what abilities do you have?"
And he was being selective about it.
In fact, Shen Bai was indeed being selective.
Mr Shen never kept freeloaders.
Red Makeup raised her index finger, pointing at the Cold Moon at Shen Bai's waist. "Your strength is profound, Sir," she said, "but this sword seems to be falling short."
Hearing this, Shen Bai looked down at Cold Moon at his waist.
This Cold Moon was a gift from Elder Mu. It had always been by his side, through countless life-and-death battles.
Just as Red Makeup said, the sword was indeed no longer sufficient. There were even signs of wear on the blade from its age.
Shen Bai possessed the Spirit Casting Technique, which allowed him to add materials and reforge Cold Moon.
But Cold Moon's base materials were what they were; there was a limit to its potential.
He hadn't replaced it only because he was sentimental, and because he hadn't found a better weapon.
Sentimentality is a man's habit.
