「A few days later.」
As promised, Fang Yang retrieved the set of battle armor and the battle lance from Sen Hui.
He mounted his Frost Horse, clad in white-robed heavy armor and wielding the Crimson Purple Battle Lance, and stood atop a mountain peak.
His eyes were cold. The Carp Eagle's phantom transformed into a diagram of a crimson-purple yin-yang fish, which reflected behind him and released a brilliant aura of lightning and fire that enveloped him.
The mountain wind blew, making his black hair flutter and lending him an additional air of profound charm.
"Not bad, not bad at all," Sen Hui said with a beaming smile, extremely satisfied.
Fang Yang was also very satisfied.
Setting aside the fact that he looked much more impressive, the increase in his combat power was the true reason for his joy.
Right now, it was like he had traded a musket for a cannon. His combat strength had jumped by at least a whole level!
