"Shun's Dragon Craft..."
Hong Qitian looked at the two coiling, soaring, dark gold dragon shadows exuding ancient majesty on Fang Qingyu's arms, a barely noticeable trace of recollection and admiration flashing in his cloudy old eyes.
He put down the empty wooden box in his hand and dusted off his hands.
Though his tone carried a hint of disdain, it couldn't conceal his undisguised pride:
"Ignorant brat! What two lines? These are gloves! Arm armor! Do you understand? Just like that Dragon Sparrow sword, both are Divine Armaments!"
"However..." Hong Qitian cast a sidelong glance at Fang Qingyu, slowly sat back down on the stone bench, "Good things also fall into different tiers. Divine Armaments are divided into five levels."
He extended five fingers, counting them off:
"Tier One, Spiritual Artifacts, somewhat interesting, but that's about it."
"Next, Mystic Weapons, which is what truly deserves the name 'Arms,' your Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash belongs to this category."
