The sound of Three Realm Spear clattering against the training ground startled all those in vicinity.
Head Servant Zhou, ever alert, hurried toward Supreme General Zhang Fengxi, who was massaging his right arm with his left hand.
"Your Highness, is everything alright?" He asked, his voice etched with concern. "Did you hurt yourself anywhere?"
Zhang Fengxi looked up at the other man and smiled.
"No worries. I was clumsy and accidentally dropped my weapon."
"... Oh."
Head Servant Zhou's gaze fell on the Three Realm Spear, still sprawled on the stony ground.
If it were any other ordinary weapon, Head Servant Zhou would have picked it up and handed it back to Zhang Fengxi. Alas, these spiritual weapons were as dangerous as they were awe-inspiring.
To this date, Head Servant Zhou still recalled his narrow brush with death when he touched Winter Frost. At that time, if not for Xie Jianyu's timely intervention, he would have been frozen into an ice sculpture.
