Hua Qing watched as his legs transformed into a snake tail.
The first thing he did was not about the Scepter.
But rather, he embraced the petrified Su Yan and moved her to the side.
Following that, his eyes were pitch black, and his aura exuded an unknown fury.
He drifted step by step towards the Scepter.
He extended his hand towards the Scepter.
Then, the Scepter emitted a dreadful hissing sound like a snake's tongue.
Under the utterly dark sky, it sounded especially sinister.
Hua Qing reached out and grabbed it.
He pulled the Scepter, which was about to fly towards the sky, down forcefully.
When he grasped the Scepter, for some unknown reason, the Scepter let out a faint hum.
It was as if a resonance had been created.
It seemed to have waited for a long time, and finally palpitated in Hua Qing's hand like it had found its master.
Following that, those pitch-black patterns on the Scepter vibrated.
