Fang Liyan spoke honestly.
Gong Yuzhen is his master, but he has no deep ties with the other royal families of Jiangyuan Country.
"What if... I also fail?"
Gong Ling asked again.
"I have already written a will.
"After I die, the will will go to the Divine Land Military Department. By then, the experts of the Wei Yuan Corps will come and forcibly take the Chief Dark Bow.
"Perhaps, there's a chance Divine Land might preserve the Divine Bow, but there's a 99% chance the Chief Dark Bow will be completely destroyed.
"There's no choice; the foreign races are too powerful, especially the Divine Elders of the Yangxiang Race. They understand a variety of mysterious abilities and might very well unseal the Dark Bow. I cannot take this risk.
"I'd rather destroy it than let it be taken by the foreign races."
Fang Liyan's face showed pain.
Yet his words were quite determined.
This was also the dying wish of the master.
