Fascinating. Luo Binghe has never heard of axes as spiritual weapons. He once had a sword that liked him—Zheng Yang—but it would be difficult to say that of Xin Mo, despite their close bond. Xin Mo is more like a barely restrained attack dog that respects its owner enough not to turn on him, as long as Luo Binghe keeps it well fed. He swirls his drink in contemplation. "You wield them well. In my world, lessons in qi manipulation and weaponry go hand in hand. In what manner did you channel your ice powers before you acquired them?"