With his face flushed red, Gao Zhijian used every ounce of his strength to tremblingly hoist the giant halberd back onto the ox cart.
Without even stopping to catch his breath, he grabbed a piece of cloth and wrapped the sharp halberd head. Senior Brother Li had told him that he must always wrap it up after practice. Its previous owner had been a general from Huo Shu, and if someone from the Qingqiu officialdom recognized it, there would inevitably be trouble.
Looking at the wrapped-up giant halberd, he scratched the back of his head, feeling somewhat helpless.
I've been practicing for so long, yet I can still barely lift it. In that woman's hands, it seemed as light as paper.
