"How does this longbow feel to use?"
With the help of the Old Immortal's poisonous wine, the longbows used for years by a dozen or twenty veteran mikos had finally fused into a single treasured bow.
A treasured bow formed under such circumstances most likely already possessed wondrous abilities and was no longer an ordinary longbow.
Much like a monk's ritual implements, which, after years of nurturing, would acquire some measure of evil-repelling properties.
The longbows carried by mikos skilled in archery were no exception.
"Mr. Xia, thank you."
Kagome lightly bit her red lip with her pearly teeth, then lowered her head slightly, her gaze constantly shifting and darting away.
Whenever she recalled the scene half a month ago, when she had taken the initiative to embrace this classmate of hers, her cheeks grew burning hot.
Fortunately, Li Xia had not decided he had gotten the short end of the stick and demanded an embrace in return or anything.
Outside.
The Old Immortal was already thoroughly annoyed.
He might be a lecher, but that did not mean he enjoyed watching others flaunt their affection.
Having spent hundreds, even thousands, of years cultivating in the mountains, he now only wanted a certain someone to hurry up and get lost, rather than keep tormenting an old man like him.
Kaede's Village.
Upon returning to the village, Li Xia looked at Inuyasha, who now had a few fallen leaves on him, with a complicated expression.
"I was the one who sealed Inuyasha?"
Kagome sounded somewhat guilty.
Li Xia comforted the girl:
"It wasn't your fault. You hadn't received any orthodox miko teachings before, and there were many things you'd never encountered, let alone used. Back then, you possessed tremendous spiritual power but had no means of putting it to use. It