As they simultaneously grasped the two serpent heads with their left hands, the phantom serpents coiling around the staff began to fade.0

The aging signs on Qi Xuansu and Yao Pei’s hands reversed—their wrinkles vanished, and their flesh regained its fullness, once again regaining their youthful appearance.0

Yao Pei let out a small sigh of relief. She had truly feared that Qi Xuansu might fail to grasp the serpent’s head, wasting this rare opportunity. The possibility of their hands not reverting was secondary. The real concern was losing the chance to claim this semi-immortal object.0

She whispered, “I’ll countdown from three, then we’ll exert our strength together to pull this staff out.”0

Qi Xuansu nodded.0

“Three, two, one—pull!” Yao Pei called out in a low voice.0

Both of their arms tensed at the same time, veins bulging across the back of their hands.0

Judging by appearance, even if the staff was cast entirely from gold and iron, it should weigh no more than 100 kilograms—something a Heavenly Being or a Martial Arts Practitioner could lift effortlessly with one hand. Yet, despite their combined effort, the staff only trembled slightly and remained firmly in place.0

Yao Pei began to channel her true essence.0

Qi Xuansu, on the other hand, employed his...0