'Speaking of weapons…'
He looked down at his own free hand.
So far, he had barely used a weapon at all.
Ever since he had started cultivating, most of his fights had been settled with his fists.
He had become a Rank 2 Artifact Refiner, yet he had never properly refined a weapon for himself.
Li Feng couldn't help but wonder if it was finally time for him to make one.
'Besides, I'm called the Righteous Sword now…'
He glanced down at his empty hand.
'It would be pretty embarrassing if the so-called Righteous Sword didn't even have a sword.'
The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.
After all, if he continued fighting with nothing but his fists, wouldn't that make his title sound rather strange?
Li Feng remained lost in his thoughts, already imagining what kind of elegant sword he should refine for himself.
Before he could think any further, the auctioneer's voice suddenly rang through the hall.
"Two hundred thousand spirit stones!"
