Zhao Hai looked at the pen in his hand with a calm expression. To be honest, the pen in his hand looked extremely gorgeous. The pen handle was like jade, the head was golden, and even the tip was made of thin golden threads. It looked very strange.
On the tip of the pen, there were many tiny words. Even with his eyes, he couldn't tell what was written because they were too small.
Zhao Hai had no intention of watching. He sat there cross-legged, holding the pen in his hand. He slowly adjusted his thought power and tried to communicate with the power of his thoughts on the pen.
&Nbsp; Zhao Hai gradually increased the speed of his thinking. He knew that this weapon was extremely powerful and that its power of thought would not be too weak. Thus, he slowly increased the speed of his thinking.