C583 Crazy Cultivation Qingxue's Thoughts!
An icy blue arrow materialized atop the Mystic Fire Ice Bow, its string drawn back slowly, as if it were ablaze. A subtle frost hung in the air, its most peculiar feature being the delicate flames that danced upon its surface.
"What a bow!" exclaimed Zhang Juechen, who stood nearby, upon witnessing the spectacle.
Though not a skilled archer himself