444. A Bottle has Bounty?

Inside the Ship's Pocket Dimension

"Mystic Ice Arts."

A sword made entirely of glistening ice materialized in Tyler's hand, gleaming with a subtle mist of cold energy. Without hesitation, he swung it toward Lily Gomes.

Lily lazily flicked her wrist, her whip curling like a snake as it cracked through the air and shattered the icy blade into sparkling shards.

"Tsk... I really can't use weapons properly," Tyler muttered with a twitch of his mouth. Despite all his cultivation progress, swordplay—or any kind of weapon mastery— remained elusive to him. Even in his forgotten past, his body had always rejected traditional martial techniques. It was as if he had been born with zero talent for weapons.

"Alright, alright… don't be so down about it," Lily said, walking up to him. "That ice had a ton of explosive and cold energy packed in. You're improving."

"Maybe," Tyler mumbled half-heartedly.