"No, this, senior, you've got the wrong place, why not head back first?" Wei Yuan found himself speaking without thinking.
Yu Zhizhuo didn't quite understand what craziness Wei Yuan was directing at his own Artifact Spirit, but when Qingming's full face emerged from the Formation, as a seasoned artifact refining master who had seen countless Artifact Spirits, he was instantly captivated.
"This is simply a perfect Artifact Spirit! Powerful, beautiful, terrifying, exotic, mysterious... utterly flawless!" Yu Zhizhuo was unstinting with his limited vocabulary.
Wei Yuan felt a deep headache, and besides, this spear had already formed a causal link with him, and he couldn't return it.
Fortunately, after Qingming appeared, it sank into the spear without speaking or causing any disturbance, truly appearing like an Artifact Spirit. Wei Yuan increasingly felt the situation was bizarre, yet had no solution.
