"Suppression?" Jian Wushuang said with a curious expression.
He had never heard that a magic weapon could, in addition to releasing overbearing offensive power, turn into a mountain to suppress the opponent.
He had also never witnessed anyone try to refine a huge mountain into a magic weapon.
The only explanation was the unusual means that his Master had used.
"Take this magic weapon now. You can refine it and become its official owner." Xuan Yi's mind stirred, causing the gigantic mountain to shrink and return to his palm. He handed the miniature Sword Mountain to Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang took it. Stifling his astonishment, he started to refine the weapon to take ownership of it.
This process went quite smoothly. After a moment, Jian Wushuang successfully mastered the magic weapon.