Upon seeing this bow, Jiang Qiling even suspected that Han Yan was at her wits' end, grasping at straws.
"Don't think about anything. Focus all your mental state on this arrow." Han Yan had no intention of joking with her, speaking solemnly.
Jiang Qiling put away her smile. Although they hadn't spent much time together, they had once lived and died together, and this wasn't the first time she had seen such a serious expression on Han Yan's face. She knew that when Han Yan took out the Golden Short Bow at this moment, it was absolutely not a desperate move, and this bow was definitely not as simple as it seemed.
Though Jiang Qiling also did not understand Han Yan's intention in asking her to focus her mental state, she knew that this was likely their last chance. Thus, she held her breath and concentrated, gazing at the Golden Short Arrow in Han Yan's hand, pouring all her mental state into it.
