Wen Yan was secretly shocked. He had only blessed it a little, but the effect far exceeded his expectations. By his estimate, he'd have had to bless it with ten times more yang energy to reach this level of effect.
"So the legend is true?"
"It used to be true. It really could command the zombie horde, but the one who had that ability was the person using the weapon back then, not the weapon itself. It just got distorted over time, totally drifting from what it was at first."
Wen Yan withdrew his yang energy and put the Chunjun Mace back in its box. The originally rusted Chunjun Mace now lost its luster, and the rust was gone too. Its surface wasn't so glossy as to reflect light, the whole thing was simple and imposing, covered all over with densely engraved mysterious talismans.
He took out another box—the phoenix hairpin inside looked just like an ordinary piece of jewelry.
"Why do you want this thing anyway? This isn't something you wanted me to get for you, right?"
