Bei Ji sat in the teahouse for an entire afternoon, motionless as if in deep meditation. No matter how many times the waiter came over to call him, he showed no reaction and remained completely unaware of his surroundings.
The large black bow lay quietly on the tea table. A stray beam of the slanted setting sun struck the body of the bow, reflecting a dazzling golden glare.
Someone nearby was blinded by this golden flash. His eyes lit up, and he walked over with curiosity.
Chapter 915