That afternoon, Chishui Fenglong had people deliver the crossbows, and quite a number of them at that. It seemed that during the final moments of the fierce battle that day, that thick-headed simpleton still knew enough to leave himself a way out.
Xiangliu picked up an arrow, weighed it in his hand, stroked it carefully up and down, and then held it up to the sunlight. A faint blue light shimmered on the arrow tip.
"What... what material is this? How does it look so extraordinary?" Xiaoyao asked.
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