In the rear hall of the Luying City Magistrate's Office, the County Magistrate slowly reached for the Flying Dragon Spear.
Peng Guanglin's eyes were wide and bright, his gaze fixed on him in anticipation.
The County Magistrate's hand silently closed around the spear. For a moment, he said nothing.
At first glance, the scene was unremarkable, but an indescribable tension flowed invisibly between the two men.
Peng Guanglin's hands fidgeted at his sides as he tried to guess what the County Magistrate was feeling.
After what must have been half a quarter-hour, the County Magistrate's hand suddenly released its grip. The Flying Dragon Spear instantly shot backward, flying of its own accord back into Peng Guanglin's hand.
The County Magistrate, who had just been holding the spear, closed his eyes slightly and clasped his hands behind his back. Unseen by him, a glistening tear trickled from the corner of his eye.
