He raised his hand and summoned the bamboo pole from the Storage Bag, feeling a sense of mental connection with the bamboo pole—a sensation that Tian Lin's flying sword had never given him.
"This bamboo pole, seems to be a kind of Magical Treasure?"
Tian Lin's mind stirred and the two-zhang-long bamboo pole that was diagonally placed in the corners of the room instantly shortened to one zhang.
The ordinary-looking bamboo pole was quickly shortened by him into a walking stick.
Holding the bamboo pole in his hand, Tian Lin thought about it and stored the bamboo pole back into the Storage Bag.
He felt that this bamboo pole was more like an auxiliary Magical Treasure for Divine Skills, or rather, holding this bamboo pole, one could cast a curse similar to Divine Skills.
"There's also the ferry, when I hung up the wooden plaque and became the Ferryman, that ferry also established a connection with me."
