"Master Tang, come in quickly."
Yang Yuan hurriedly ushered Tang Song inside and closed the door.
Zhao Jiayan tactfully turned and went to the back hall.
"Mr. Yang Yuan, look, this is the Golden Arrow. I've exhausted quite a bit of energy on this, and I estimate I won't be able to work for three days. The item you wanted was harder to carve than I imagined."
Tang Song peeled back the beast hide, revealing the large, solid gold arrow within.
The arrow was entirely golden, three centimeters thick, a meter long, with intricate, profound patterns etched onto its surface.
Just at first glance, Yang Yuan knew the arrow was extraordinary, for an inexplicable feeling made him sense the arrow was almost alive.
"Is this the Golden Arrow?"
Curiously, Yang Yuan took it and asked, "Is this arrow really carved from ordinary gold?"
"What else?"
