"Forget it, I'll study it later. For now, I'll practice my lightweight skill."
After playing around with the Snake Shadow Bow for a while, Lin Chen placed it on a green stone in the mountains. With a light tap of his right foot, he leaped up onto a tree branch like a light swallow, disappearing from sight within a few breaths.
Once Lin Chen's figure vanished, a black shadow emerged from the darkness. As he gazed at the Snake Shadow Bow on the green stone, a greedy gleam appeared in his eyes.
He had finally found the Flood Dragon Ying Bow. For this bow, he had taken great risks to sneak into the Liang territory, losing ninety percent of his power in the process.
But compared to the gains from acquiring the Flood Dragon Ying Bow, all these sacrifices were worth it.
The foolish martial artists of Raozhou Prefecture thought the bowstring was made from snake tendons, not knowing it was actually made from the dragon tendon of a thousand-year Flood Dragon.
