"What?" The Great Elder peered curiously.
At that glance, his eyes became fixedly riveted.
A spear with gold and silver hues lay neatly within the rectangular box.
The spearhead gleamed brightly, its cold light flickering.
This Divine Weapon, having appeared silently before their eyes, already carried with it an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Through the Shen Wei Spear, one could remotely reminisce the glorious era when under the command of Marshal Huo Jingyue, the Divine Strategy Army was at its pinnacle.
The pupils of the Grand Elder of the Huo Family violently constricted as he abruptly raised his head, "Miss Ye, this is..."
He certainly did not believe that Ye Wanlan had brought out a fake spear to deceive him.
Setting aside the oppressive feeling that the spear gave off, the unique patterns on the Shen Wei Spear could not possibly be replicated one-for-one, even by the most powerful blacksmiths of the Valenkine Family.
But wasn't the Shen Wei Spear already broken?
