Gradually, the effect of the pills kicked in and the young hunter loosened the frown and finally raised his head. "Ah, your weapon." Zai Tai's mind slowly willing to work properly and he moved his hand slightly as if greeting Jordan but he didn't say anything matching his action.
The limpid eyes stared at the pendant and then moved up to Ross's eyes. "Mine's a long Chinese blade known as Guandao." As he finished his words, the hunter averted his gaze. With his hair dyed, it was hard to tell whether the precise pronunciation of the weapon name suggested the hunter was an Asian.
Between his next word, there was a lapse of several seconds. "Um, do you think the appearance of weapon manifestation would be affected by our muse?" He hardly enabled himself to believe a creature with western origin transform into a Chinese pole weapon.
He was that stubborn sometimes.
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