"Oh? I only feel sorry that I have to part with such a weapon. Although it's not long since I have had this in my possession, I'm quite fond of it. That's why I caressed it just now. See?" Feng Luotian raised Nightspark and showed it to the old man with a confident smile, giving no sign of panic. The old man was watching the bow, just as Luotian wanted. The fingers he had rested on its string were already in position. Then—
Buzz.
Luotian changed the string from dark to light. Brightness flooded the cavern from Nightspark, replacing the dimness around them with a glare the bat had no time to avoid. The weapon Luotian had held up as though reluctant to part with it was now shining directly before the old man's eyes.
"Aargh!!" The old man shrieked, his cry echoing through the cavern. The light burnt the bat's eyes like a scorching sun.
