The young man climbed onto the altar, first removing the array he'd set up, then tearing open the seals on the two stone pedestals.
"Brother Runsheng."
"Here I am!"
Run Sheng understood, jumped onto the altar, and raised his shovel to smash down.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Within the two stone pedestals, one housed a mace, and the other housed a mace as well.
Tan Wenbin asked curiously, "Why would it keep a set of things stored separately?"
Li Zhiyuan grabbed a mace, not as heavy as imagined, the middle seemed hollow, and the young man tossed this mace to Tan Wenbin.
Tan Wenbin reached out and caught it: "So light, would it hurt people if I smashed them?"
Saying so, Tan Wenbin forcefully struck the ground with the mace.
"Thunk!"
Only a slight, barely discernible white mark was left.
