"By the way, this dead thing is silent. I'm getting pretty handy with it, but here you go....."
Ansheng just walked towards the outside of the gold mine when suddenly, as if he thought of something, he looked at his right hand, which was holding a straight "stick."
The stick transformed by the Bamboo Insect, the temperature when held was very comfortable, and its straight form was akin to an ultimate sword from a martial arts novel.
He was just engrossed in conversation when he subconsciously picked up the Bamboo Insect and placed it in his hand, completely forgetting it was a living thing.
"Hmm?"
Seeing Master Fuli toss over a long stick, Li Wenkang instinctively raised his hand to catch it. Upon closer examination, he noticed there were eyes on the bamboo rod.
"Hi～"
The Bamboo Insect, which had been playing dead and staying silent to remain unnoticed, gave an awkward smile and reluctantly greeted Li Wenkang.
