Gu Qingheng nodded, bent down, and plucked an arrow from a skull, frowning slightly.
"What's wrong?" Yang Ruxin hurried over.
Gu Qingheng handed her the arrow.
Yang Ruxin examined it carefully and found that despite the years, it was still in perfect condition, with only some rust on the shaft, but the engravings on it were still clear: Kang.
"Kang?" Yang Ruxin's brows furrowed deeply as her eyes suddenly widened, "Could it be Prince Kang, Zhao Gou?"
"Prince Kang, Zhao Gou?" Gu Qingheng also frowned, "You mean..."