The prestige of being the illustrious granddaughter of the Wa Tribe's patriarch granted Lu Qingyi an air of superiority, an unshakable confidence that set her apart—like a swan gliding gracefully over a lake, indifferent to the lesser creatures beneath its reflection.
Her magic bow was a rare treasure, a personal gift from her doting grandfather on her thirteenth birthday a few years prior.
It was said that the bowstrings were crafted from the sinews of a Yang King-level Wind Plowing Hawk, a formidable beast among its kind.
What made this particular hawk so extraordinary was the faint trace of celestial lineage it bore—one that could be traced back to the mythical Green Wind Phoenix.
In the ancient eras, long before the founding of the Wu Shui Empire, the Green Wind Phoenix was a legendary entity.
Like all mythical creatures of its caliber, it was revered by cultivators, its existence interwoven with countless tales of power and calamity.