He Tou stretched out its neck, deliberately circling behind Yang An to get another look at the bow on his back.
"My little disciple, where did you get this bow?"
It leaned close to Yang An and asked in a low voice.
"Master, I found it."
"Hehehe."
A cold sneer spread across He Tou's face.
"You can just 'find' something like this?"
"Master, I found it in a cave on my way back from Liuyun City. The weapon's original owner had already passed away, leaving only withered bones."
Yang An replied with a look of utmost sincerity.
He had seen a plot like this at least thirty, if not fifty, times in his past life. A story like this came to him as easily as breathing.
He Tou stared at him for a long moment before slowly retracting its head, asking no more questions.
'What a relief,' Yang An thought.
'Looks like I was overthinking it. The old monster probably can't hear the Bow Lady's voice. A false alarm.'
