Yuan Hao held the arrow feathers, looked at the woman, and gently smiled, "Yes, I've been deceiving you all along. Leaving the Kingdom of Women doesn't require the legendary Sun-shooting Bow and Sunset Arrow at all."
The casual smile on Yuan Hao's face made the woman feel as if her heart was being mercilessly torn apart by a poison snake. She gently covered her chest, her eyes filled with hatred as she glared at Yuan Hao, the man who had both given her hope and personally shattered it.
"No wonder the ancient texts say that the least trustworthy things in the world are men."
This comment piqued Yuan Hao's interest, and he remarked, "That's true. Let me think, it was a woman very much like you who said that, hm, it's been so long, I nearly can't recall her face anymore, just that her eyes were just like yours."
