The blazing spirit descended to the west, and the obsidian star rose to the east, signifying the arrival of nightfall.
As the ghostly light that was constantly circling in the air gradually dissipated, Zhang Fei slowly opened his eyes. "The body of the sacred spirit?"
Suddenly, Zhang Fei's yurt door was pushed open, and a strange sound followed.
"Who?" Zhang Fei jumped up suddenly. He raised his hand and threw out a magic ball of energy and hit it. Immediately after a flash of light, his longbow appeared in his hand, the arrow was wound, and Zhang Fei drew a full bow at the person who came in.
"Light magic?" The visitor was also surprised.
As the ball of light was thrown out, the whole room suddenly became bright.
"Master Buwenle?" Zhang Fei was shocked, and quickly put away his bow and arrow, but he was in a panic. He thought to myself: Oh, bad, how did I use the light magic in the shock just now.