"And you're good at it," Wu Shuan said. "But there's a limit to what you can do barehanded or with a borrowed blade. Especially against higher-level beasts or cultivators. You need something reliable. Something you're proficient with."
"Plus," Fatty Kui chimed in, "if you get a sword or spear, you can finally stop using your old broom!"
"I'm just used to it," Han Yu muttered.
"It's no proper weapon and will break..." Kui corrected. "Even with my pinch."
Han Yu sighed.
But he did feel the logic behind it. Maybe it was time to get a real weapon. He had the spirit stones for it now. And with five hundred merit points, he could even access the Outer Sect's Armory or have something custom made.
He imagined himself with a long blade, coated in qi, cleaving through enemies with dramatic flair.
Then imagined stabbing himself by accident during practice.
"...Yeah, I'll go browse the armory later."
