Then he walked to the door and clasped his palm in the air.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Buzz buzz buzz!
Something seemed to be vibrating on the beams of the tomb, with dust falling simultaneously.
Swish!
Finally, as a cloud of dust exploded on the beam, a silver longbow flew straight into Fang Liyan's palm.
The longbow was coated with a layer of silver powder, reflecting a faint metallic sheen.
"Master, this Silver Flame Bow can still be drawn a few times. I originally planned to have it buried with me, but now it seems destined to be broken by me.
"Perhaps a broken bow is the most fitting burial object,"
Fang Liyan murmured to himself.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Buzz buzz buzz!
It seemed the longbow, sealed for countless years, was responding vibrantly to Fang Liyan's whispers.
Both the Silver Flame Bow and Fang Liyan were old, worn, and battered.
The silver glimmer was merely a refreshed paint by Fang Liyan.
Crash!
