Sorrow, remembrance, awe, loneliness...
The giant tiger bones were undoubtedly the ancestors of the Winged Tiger.
Yet, the Winged Tiger Clan had long been extinct.
The Tiger Gall Gun, lonely for so long, sensed the aura of its kin after ages apart.
Lu Chenzhou's eyes unconsciously grew moist, perhaps for the Divine Weapon, perhaps for the self-sacrificing Wang Xian... He let go, and with a hum, the Tiger Gall Divine Spear transformed into a meteoric streak that tore through the night sky and shot toward the giant tiger bones, utterly determined.
After appearing, the giant tiger skeleton merely stood there in confusion.
It had died many years ago; even its will had been worn away in the river of time, leaving only a final wisp of remnant thought, not enough to let it move.
