"Yi Xing! The famous immortal Armament master, Yi Xing, also came here before." Both Joey and Chun Hua exclaimed with surprise.
"Oh, that boy made a name for himself in this world. Alright, kids, it's lovely talking to you two. It is time for me to die completely. The matter of this world will be left to you all youngsters." The man said and stood up.
"Wait! Senior, if you want, I can keep your soul intact. But, it will be a little inappropriate as you will become a part of my weapon. "Joey suggested.
"Let's do it. My soul is the only thing that is left of me. Becoming a weapon for you, I don't care about it at all. After all, you inherited my skill." The old man agreed.
"Senior, do you have a strong weapon similar to an arrow?" Joey asked.
"Oh, arrow, I happen to have an arrow. Take this. It is believed that this arrow once belonged to Hou Yi." The old man took out a pitched-black arrow and gave it to him.
