The object was right in front of Linqin. If she was an inch closer, her clothes would have been ripped and her skin would be torn.
A spear...
Xue's spear.
The sharp, pointed tip was plunged into the ground. There was another sharp tip on the spear protruding towards the left, and its shape seem to resemble a wing, and the wing was connected to the upper body of the spear.
That particular part of the spear was carved in a humanoid shape. It seemed to resemble a fallen angel, especially since the appearance of the spear was a midnight black colour, with parts of it glowing in a mysterious, swirling blue.
The spear was long, almost matching Xue's height.
Linqin felt her legs trembling, and her pale face turned to look at a handsome, ash blond-haired man standing at the entrance of the garden, leaning on the pillar. He seemed eerily composed, however, his eyes were showing hints of murderous intent.