Xiang Kun gently caressed the iron flute, which seemed to come alive in his hands, nodding in agreement as he said, "Alright, I will always be ready. This iron flute not only can produce beautiful melodies but also can become our lifesaver at critical moments."
He gently placed the iron flute to his lips, as if already composing the signal melody set to resound, a melody that seemed capable of traversing time and space to convey its message accurately to everyone.
"Brother Miao, your archery is extraordinary, known throughout the Jianghu as the Divine Archer. Find a concealed high ground to ambush, if the enemy attacks forcefully, aid us with your arrows. Your arrows are our long-range support, be sure to seize the right moment to deliver a lethal blow to the enemy," Shi Feiyang continued to arrange, his gaze filled with trust in Miao Menlong's archery, believing in his ability to play a crucial role at critical moments.
