Ling Tianyu stood inside the grand hall, Duan Yanran stood beside him, not daring to utter a word, not even the Zhong Emperor dared to speak.
"It's truly fate." Ling Tianyu suddenly shook his head helplessly and said, "We need the Rootless Bow and Arrow."
As Ling Tianyu spoke softly, Duan Yanran heard and felt a surge of foreboding in her heart.
"Husband, are you...?" Duan Yanran dared not speak the last few words, the meaning in her words was unmistakable.
"The legend of Hou Yi shooting down the suns is just that—a legend. But the letter mentions the Rootless Bow and Arrow, and that does indeed exist." Ling Tianyu turned, sweat pouring down his forehead and cheeks, "This bow and arrow, there is only one set in the world."
"The bow and arrow only have ten arrows. With one arrow, you can only take down one sun, or one golden crow."
