When the world recovered its color, everyone in the courtyard of Longqi Mountain came back to their senses. They cried out in surprise and marveled at the Dao Ancestor's remarkable abilities.
"Martial Emperor Qiu Tian's feat of splitting sky with a single sword strike. I don't think it's as spectacular as the Dao Ancestor's feat of shooting down the suns."
"Dao Ancestor, you are already a Martial Emperor, right?"
"What Martial Emperor? My master is an immortal. How can he be a boorish martial artist?"
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. All of a sudden, I want to learn how to shoot a bow too."
"The bow is not what's important here. Even without this bow, the Dao Ancestor still has a way."
Listening to everyone's discussion, Jiang Changsheng's expression did not change and he felt somewhat regretful.
