There was only one bow on the bow rack. The bow body was pitch-black and glossy, and the bowstring was purple—it was clear at a glance that this was no ordinary item.
"Draw the bow for me to see."
The old woman made her request without hesitation. It was abrupt and baffling, but since she was under someone else's roof, Jian Dan knew to keep a low profile and offered no resistance, stepping forward to take the bow as instructed.
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