Fang Hui’s Past

"How shabby… Look at that tattered bow! I think it's not even a Human Rank Primitive Saint Weapon. Looks like you're not valued by Junior Uncle Fang Hui at all." Zhou Qi smirked mockingly when his gaze landed on the Sun Shooting Bow in Duan Ling Tian's hand.

He smirked and glanced at Duan Ling Tian disdainfully. After that, he no longer had the mood to bother with Duan Ling Tian and the other three. He turned around and looked at Su Qi instead. "Su Qi, have you thought about it?"

Duan Ling Tian sighed in relief inwardly.

For a moment, he thought Zhou Qi had seen through the Sun Shooting Bow in his hand and wanted to snatch it away from him. His heart at that moment was beating rapidly. It was only now that it was finally relaxed.