Yan Danfeng spoke so excitedly that his spit flew everywhere, like he just hit the lottery—he couldn't hide his exhilaration.
Qin Feng grew curious. "If the ape demon was so powerful, how did you manage to take the divine bow from its hands?"
Yan Danfeng took a sip of tea, wiped his mouth, and said, "That's where fate came in. I saw it wandering madly all over Shenlong Ridge, obviously facing some kind of trouble.
So, I trailed it for over ten days.
Wouldn't you know it, I was right. That day, it found a secluded spot, sat down cross-legged, and began to meditate.
In no time, the sky gathered with dark clouds. The clouds were so thick, they seemed to press down and connect with the earth, making it hard for anyone to breathe.
Turns out, it was about to cross its tribulation.
This divine ape had a strong physique, but knew nothing about cultivation techniques for the primordial spirit. Faced with the great tribulation, it couldn't do a thing—could only rely on instinct.
