Seeing Qin Yao sit down again, Song Zhang let out half a sigh of relief.
But he was still uneasy, repeatedly instructing her to wait for him to personally see her off. Only after receiving her promise did he hurry back to the bedroom with his wife to change into his casual attire.
The steward arrived first. Song Zhang had someone craft a new Divine Arm Bow that was twice as long as the usual bow, standing at one meter thirty-six.
The bow body was made of multiple pieces of bamboo, layered with string, and the handle was wrapped with a soft yet resilient silk thread, woven into a fine string in three layers.
The bow was black, the handle a light silver, heavy in hand. When Qin Yao picked it up, it felt substantial, with a tangible texture.
Looking at the bowstring, it faintly gleamed with a metallic shine, though it was unknown what metal was used in its forging, its tension was extremely strong.
