Time passed quietly.
In the blink of an eye, it had been nearly two months since Qin Fang arrived in Lanyang City.
The season had changed from early spring, and summer was approaching.
The weather was growing warmer.
…Of course, for a Huajin Martial Artist like Qin Fang, unless it was an Extraordinary, extreme temperature like that of the Old Ox Back Cold Cave… the changing of the seasons made little difference to him.
At this moment, Qin Fang was sitting cross-legged with his eyes tightly closed, his Divine Sense blanketing the entire room…
In his state of Seeing God, above the head of his spiritual self, an 'Iron Awl' shimmering with a dark light had already quietly taken form!
This was a hexagonal awl, about the length of a palm, its entire body a deep, absolute black.
The body of the awl was a perfect hexagonal prism, its edges straight and sharp.
