Just as he planned to find this strange middle-aged man for a clear question, he realized the man had disappeared without a trace. If it weren't for the bow and arrows in his hand, he would have suspected that it had all been his imagination.
"Since the Emperor says there is a problem with the sun, there must indeed be a problem," Xia Zhang hung the bronze bow on his body, then slung the quiver over his shoulder.
He did not believe what the middle-aged man had said, but if it could truly protect everyone, he was willing to try, even if the peculiar set of bow and arrows was fake.
"I hope there is never a need to use this set of bow and arrows." Xia Zhang thought to himself, because if it really came to that, it would mean the sun was abnormal, which would be the most formidable task he had ever faced, having been too young to remember the great desolation, thus unable to fathom that kind of despair.
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