Was it just a dream, exactly as Changxi had said? Withdrawing the hand she had wanted to reach out, she stood frozen in place for a moment. Only after tightening her grip on the solid, physical arrows in her hand did she feel that all of this was real.
As one of the foremost archers in the Primordial World, he naturally possessed a deep understanding of bows and arrows. The moment the arrows touched his hand, he knew these ten arrows were extraordinary. The shafts were entirely golden, with a faint trace of the True Fire of the Sun circulating within them. Too distracted to ponder why Changxi had changed so, he could only think that now he would be able to avenge his close friend.
"Fine arrows, fine arrows! Hahaha, thank you, Changxi. Rest well and wait for me in the tribe; once I have avenged Kuafu, whether the Ancestor Wu agree or not, I will marry you!" He was already dreaming of finding Changxi again in the future, unaware that Changxi had not gone far at all, but had already ascended high into the sky.
Chapter 132