Only after seeing Long Kui accept the bow did Jiang Siming smile in satisfaction and reach out to ruffle her hair.
"Don't worry. This bow was specially made for you. If not you, then who?"
Although red-clad Long Kui had a hot-tempered and aloof personality, she was exceptionally well-behaved in front of Jiang Siming.
Especially after hearing those words, red-clad Long Kui could not help blushing and feeling her heart race.
"Brother Jiang, I'll take good care of this bow."
Delighted to have obtained a spiritual weapon, Long Kui was so happy that she even forgot she was still clinging to Jiang Siming's arm.
When she finally realized it, she hurriedly let go. Like a startled fawn, she hastily found a clumsy excuse and ran off.
Jiang Siming could not help chuckling. Then he turned to look at Wen Min, who had been watching from the side the whole time.
Three years without seeing her had made Wen Min even more beautiful.
Three years ago, Shuiyue had already tried to "sell" her eldest disciple, Wen Min, to Jiang Siming.
Wen Min was just like her name suggested: quiet, gentle, calm, and intelligent.
Moreover, before joining the Qingyun Sect, Wen Min had been the Princess of a small country in Jiangnan. She understood etiquette better than anyone and possessed an elegant bearing.
Jiang Siming also found this young lady, who resembled a refined noble daughter, very pleasing to the eye.
With Shuiyue repeatedly bringing them together, Jiang Siming had often been "forced" to guide Wen Min in her cultivation.
He had also taught her quite a few cultivation insights and techniques.
Thus, just like Long Kui, Wen Min had actually already given her heart to Jiang Siming. She had simply found it difficult to say so.
Seeing Long Kui receive such