Liu Muye said gently, "Little Nine, pick one."
Meng Qianqian asked, "Any one? Any of them?"
Liu Muye nodded, "As long as you like it."
Meng Qianqian extended her index finger, "One?"
Liu Muye smiled, "If you like, you can take as many as you want."
Meng Qianqian quickly said, "Grandmother, I was just kidding."
Meng Qianqian already had a Brocade Spring Saber; she wanted to pick a spear or lance.
However, her gaze swept over and was unexpectedly drawn to a heavy black weapon.
Liu Muye chuckled, "Mystic Sky Mace, made of black iron, four feet long, with four edges, no blade. Good eye."
Meng Qianqian looked at the weapons on the rack and asked, "Can I take it down and try it?"
Liu Muye nodded, "Of course."
Meng Qianqian took down the Mystic Sky Mace, noticeably heavier than an ordinary mace.
Just right, she didn't like weapons that were too light.
Though bladeless, its weight was overwhelming, and its lethality should not be underestimated.
