At the trading hall, they exchanged beast cores for weapons.
Li Hao chose two swords.
One cold as moonlight.
One pure as dawn.
They refined them with their souls.
Once…
Twice…
Three times.
Patterns formed.
Spirits awakened.
A moon demon within one blade.
A radiant fairy within the other.
Wang Lei's daggers birthed twin falcons.
Su Ling's sword formed a butterfly spirit.
Weapons… had gained life.
Li Hao looked at the demon blade for a long moment.
Then sealed it away.
Not all power should be used.