Soon, a silver-white ring was formed from the hands of Shen Yanxiao. Compared to the ring on Shen Yanxiao's finger, Tang Nazhi's ring was obviously larger.
"There is still one last step to be done." Shen Yanxiao took a deep breath, took out the metal rod, and carried out the last spiritual activation of the sacred tool.
When all this was over, Shen Yanxiao handed the still warm ring to Tang Nazhi.
"That's it?" Tang Nazhi looked at the ring in his palm and was in a trance. He still could not believe that he finally had a sacred tool, and it was only this big.
"There's too little space here. Let's go outside and try it out," Shen Yanxiao said with a smile. She wanted to see if Tang Nazhi's sacred tool was what she expected.
This was the first time Shen Yanxiao had created a sacred tool with a specific goal in mind, and she was not sure if it would succeed.
