This was the bow she had left at Sister Zhao's house for several months. Its string was twisted from the thousand-thread silkworm line unique to the Sushen Tribe and could withstand a full draw from someone at the peak of the Divine Treasury Realm without snapping.
"Wanlan!" Yang Wanqing grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. "Come in, come in! We've been waiting ages for you!"
Yun Wanlan stumbled a step as she was pulled along.
She entered the living room and glanced around. This was her first visit to Chen Siyao's home.
Big. Very big. And clean. Those glowing things—lights—were everywhere.
She had already grown used to lights in the Nine Provinces, but seeing so many gathered in one room still left her uneasy for a moment.
"Sit." Chen Siyao tipped her chin from the sofa. "Tea?"
"No, thank you, Miss Chen."
"Just call her Sister," Yang Wanqing said beside her. "She's a year older than you."
Yun Wanlan hesitated.
"...Sister Chen."
Chen Siyao neither agreed nor objected. She simply lifted her tea and took a sip. Yang Wanqing took that as acceptance, clapped her hands happily, and started asking questions again.
"Wanlan, is the Taiyin Realm cold?"
"It's very cold outside. Inside is all right."
"Is there anything tasty to eat?"
"Yes, but it's very different from the food in the Nine Provinces."
"Like what?"
"We eat spirit beast meat."
Yang Wanqing's mouth fell open a little. "Spirit beast meat? What kind?"
"Something like deer."
"Sometimes we add a spice called spice leaf."
Yang Wanqing asked another question. "What do Extraterrestrial Demons look like? Are they big?"
"Some are big, some are small. They're very ugly and fierce-looking."
Yang Wanqing turned to Chen Siyao. "Yaoyao, I'm scared."
Yang Wanqing was the liveliest of them all. After keeping her