He took down the two sections of the spear from behind him, combined them, and instantly had a long spear in hand.
The night wind was biting cold.
The stars and the moon were in the sky.
Fang Che held the long spear, carefully feeling every point of the spear in his hand, pondering it with his heart.
Then he sat down, cradling the spear in his arms, Infinite Scripture, Bingche Spirit Platform.
Activating them at the same time.
Afterward, he took out a small teapot from his arms, placed a brew of Zhen shen Tea in it, and poured hot water from the thermos he carried on his back.
The aroma of tea spiraled up as the tea leaves unfolded.
He drank it all in one gulp.
Fang Che closed his eyes, imagining the sudden strike of the spear like a dragon in the wind...
Only feeling his Divine Soul resonate.
In unconsciousness, he entered a state of no-self, forgetting both oneself and the things.