Tang San nodded, raising his left hand. Black light surged out, condensing once more into that small Hao Tian Hammer.
Tang Sui also raised her hand, and a black-red light appeared, casting a strange dark red hue on her pale little face. A black-red hammer, similar in appearance to Tang San's little black hammer, hovered in her palm.
This time, Tang Sui only paled slightly and swayed. Fortunately, Tang San quickly moved closer, allowing Tang Sui to lean on him and regain her balance.
"This, this is!"
Upon seeing the hammers in the siblings' hands, the Master suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes filled with excitement. He stared intently at the two hammers and murmured, "Tang San, Tang Sui... Tang, surnamed Tang..."
Even though the colors were different, with his eyesight, he immediately recognized them as the continent's number one spirit—the Hao Tian Hammer!
This, in turn, helped the Master understand why Tang Sui's body, despite being congenitally weak, could achieve innate full spirit power. It was because of the immensely powerful genes and bloodline of their parent!
"Teacher, Sui Sui's body cannot withstand the externalization of this hammer spirit for too long yet."
Seeing that fine beads of sweat were already forming on Tang Sui's forehead, Tang San quickly said to the Master.
The Master's thoughts returned, and he said, "Alright, you two, retract your spirit. Remember, do not reveal it to others easily. Also, without my permission, never attach spirit rings to this spirit. You must remember this point."
Tang San looked at the Master with surprise and blurted out, "Dad told us the same thing. Teacher, why can't we attach spirit rings to this spirit?"
The excitement in the Master's eyes gradually faded. He did not answer Tang San directly but changed the subject. "What does your father do?"
Tang San looked confused. "Dad is a blacksmith in the village."
"A blacksmith?" The Master's gaze was somewhat peculiar, then he sighed and shook his head, his tone subtle. "Blacksmiths and hammers, a perfect match."
"The time is not yet right to tell you about this matter. You only need to remember that the reason we are not letting you use this spirit and attach spirit rings to it now is for your future. You must remember this."
His father said so, and his teacher said so too. This coincidence deepened Tang San's trust in the Master, and he nodded firmly, "We will, teacher."
The Master nodded and looked at Tang Sui, who was still catching her breath, gently saying, "Sui Sui, may I call you that?"
Tang Sui nodded wearily, a barely audible "Mm" escaping her lips. However, spirit masters had excellent hearing and naturally heard her clearly.
"Little San's first spirit is the Blue Silver Grass, and your first spirit is called Ling Mian, is that correct?" The Master tried to soften the lines of his stiff face, but his facial muscles, unused to smiling for a long time, were indeed rigid. Even though he tried to soften his voice and attitude, the smile that appeared on his face was slightly awkward.
"I have never heard of a spirit named Ling Mian before, but since you are both twin spirits, I don't think it will be too bad." Especially since these siblings were descendants of *that* person. If Tang Sui, with her frail body, could possess such innate talent and ability, then if his guess was correct, Tang Sui's other spirit might be a rather special one, which had supported her body not..."
"Whoosh—"
The air distorted, and the Master's unfinished thoughts were abruptly cut off by a purple light that illuminated the entire room. A look of stunned shock reappeared on his face as he stared at the halo rising from beneath Tang Sui's feet.