Crafting the Six-Colored Incense Fire Arrow is merely a test, a test to see if Zhu Gong Elder's words are true.
Ning Fan bent his palm in a summoning gesture, calling forth the Purple Gourd. With a point of his finger, the gourd began to swirl around and slowly drift towards Zhu Gong Elder.
Its flight was exceedingly slow, yet as it approached, it gave Zhu Gong Elder an immense pressure, as if a mountain bore down upon him.
Zhu Gong Elder reached out to catch the gourd, only to feel an instant heavy pressure in his palm. The weight exceeded his ability to bear. With a loud bang, his entire bow spirit form was crushed and shattered into fragments of phosphorus light.
The gourd landed with a boom on the floor of the cave dwelling, causing the entire mountain to shake. The phosphorescence reconvened, and Zhu Gong Elder's form reappeared, a look of shock in his eyes as he regarded the Purple Gourd once more.
