Looking at the exquisitely small bow in Wen Jiaren's hand, Ye Jiaren's eyes turned red with jealousy.
Ye Shengming was also fixated on the Xuanling Feather in Wen Jiaren's hand, with a very unpleasant expression. He thought that with Wen Jiaren's abilities, she would stand no chance against Chen Youwei, but who would have thought that this woman would surprise him once again.
The bow in her hand could withstand spiritual power and, once shot, its attack power would increase dramatically. This was definitely not an ordinary spiritual artifact; it was undoubtedly a rare holy artifact.
"Uncle?" Ye Jiaren glanced over.
Ye Shengming snapped out of it and replied to Ye Jiaren, "You're right, it's a holy artifact. I really didn't expect Wen Jiaren to have such a treasure, even better than the Dragon-breaking Sword."
Ye Shengming's words made Ye Jiaren even more frantically jealous. A divine artifact, a holy artifact, this Wen Laibao's luck was truly enviable.
