"Martial Uncle, His Highness picked these himself, and he didn't cheat. Besides, you agreed to it. You're not going to go back on your word, are you?" Tao Xiang asked Gong Ling in a soft, coaxing voice.
Master Bei said sharply, "Divine arrows have spirits. How could we let such treasures go to waste? If you were skilled in archery combat techniques, that would be one thing, but none of you are. Giving you divine arrows would be a waste."
Gong Ling was at a loss.
Meng Tianlong looked at Lu Yin enviously. Five divine arrows! They were incredibly valuable. Any one of them, used well, could threaten an Enlightenment Realm Expert. That was the foundation of Tai Mo Hall. He was sure Tai Mo Hall wouldn't keep its best arrows on Arrow Mountain; it must have others hidden away. This sect was far too powerful.
Tao Xiang ran over to Gong Ling and tugged on his sleeve, swaying it back and forth. "Martial Uncle, you promised me."
At that moment, several more Tai Mo Hall elders appeared. They had all heard what happened, and they surrounded Lu Yin, clearly with no intention of letting him take the divine arrows.
A Dun and Blind Monk stood beside Lu Yin and asked quietly, "Your Highness, what should we do?"
Lu Yin smiled and met Gong Ling's gaze. "Senior Sect Master, Master Bei is right. I don't know any archery combat techniques, so the arrows would be wasted on me."
Gong Ling's eyes lit up, and the Tai Mo Hall members around them breathed a sigh of relief. At least the kid knew what was good for him.
"However, the five arrows were promised to me by you, Senior. If you go back on your word, it won't reflect well on Tai