"If Your Highness insists on going, then take this."
Jet-black wings unfolded from the youth's back. Qingyu reached out and fumbled for a moment, then plucked a long feather, black as the midnight and shaped like a long sword. Though he tried his best to endure it, he could not help frowning.
Before Baimeng could stop him, flames ignited in Qingyu's palm. Using his adeptal arts, he transformed the long feather into a long bow.
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