Tang Jinghong handed the weapon wrapped in black cloth to Chu Qingzhi. "Qingzhi, sorry to trouble you."
"You are treating me like an outsider." Chu Qingzhi took the black cloth, unfolded it, and took out the weapon inside. "Jinghong, wait a moment."
"There's no hurry." Tang Jinghong sat at the side.
Chu Qingzhi looked at the heavy bow and spear carefully. The materials were considered top-notch in this world. They were made of bronze but were by no means extraordinary. There was a lot of room for improvement.
She placed the weapons on the rectangular table in front of her, then took Tang Jinghong's sword and placed it together. She sat cross-legged and formed a seal to cast a spell.
First, a ball of spiritual fire came out of her fingertips and flew to envelop the three weapons. Then, she kept forming hand seals and hitting the weapons to forge and refine them.