Tang Fengyue watched Tianmiao's figure disappear behind the curtain, then regained his composure and looked down at the crossbow in his hand, contemplating what Tianmiao had just said.
In the world today, none can match it.
None can match it.
None.
None.
Tang Fengyue suddenly widened his eyes, abruptly raising his head to look at the curtain.
Xu Lang was also contemplating Tianmiao's words with a serious expression.
Just now, Tianmiao had fiddled with the crossbow, and Xu Lang indeed couldn't understand it. The structure of something as intricate as a crossbow is understood by very few, so it's not surprising that he didn't get it. But he could understand the conversation between Tianmiao and Tang Fengyue!
He also saw the deeply affected look on Tang Fengyue's face. He heard Tianmiao's words of comfort to Tang Fengyue too.
