"Like? Dislike? What do you like? What do you dislike?" Qhianqhian was a bit baffled.
"What do I like? I don't know exactly what I like about you, but I dislike a certain cold feeling, like the Divine Bow in your hand."
"This is clearly just a plain little bow." Qhianqhian muttered, without that feeling in her heart, she wouldn't have noticed this thing, nor felt any Spiritual Energy.
"Unremarkable?" The woman looked at it, but nodded in agreement: "In this form, I wouldn't recognize it either."
If it weren't for her being at odds with it, she wouldn't have noticed it.
"You refine it, I'll protect you, on the condition that you give me two more bags of chocolate." The woman said this.
Qhianqhian was speechless, but her interest in the Divine Artifact far outweighed her fear of death. After all, this unreasonable woman didn't need any reason to kill her, nor did she need to draw his attention to sneak an attack.
