Now it was the big man's turn to be surprised. He stared wide-eyed at Zu An: "How did you know?"

The saintess looked at him with the same puzzlement, seemingly very confused as to why he knew the name.

Zuan: "..."

It really is Chang'e! Then it seems this burly man is the legendary hero who shot down the sun.

"Brother, you don't have any connection with Chang'e, do you?" Seeing that the other party did not reply, the big man's eyes became somewhat dangerous.

Sensing the growing hostility from the other party, Zu An reacted and laughed, "You're overthinking it. Since you say she's the most beautiful saintess of the Chang clan, it's natural that she's famous. It's normal that I've heard of her."

"Really?" Hearing his answer, the big man breathed a sigh of relief, scratched his head and chuckled, "I didn't expect her to be this famous. You don't even know about the feud between liches, yet you know her name."

Zuan secretly wiped away his cold sweat: "Haha, just a coincidence, nothing more."

So he took the opportunity to ask, "Are you two very much in love? You've already reached the stage of proposing marriage."

The big man gave him a strange look: "I haven't seen her before."

This left Zuan completely bewildered: "You went to propose marriage without ever having met her?"

“Of course, the most beautiful woman should be paired with the strongest man in the world,” the big man said, flexing his biceps. Then he glanced at the saintess beside him and said somewhat embarrassedly, “Brother, your woman is also beautiful, but in my heart, the most beautiful one is of course my future wife.”

The saintess rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, "Thank you so much, I should have just left it at that."

Zu An deeply agreed: "Brother, your thoughts prove you are a person of deep feelings and true character. I admire you."

Praised by him, the burly man couldn't help but smile, and he became interested, continuing to tell his story with the saintess:

"Actually, we are not completely unconnected. Back then, my elders and the Chang family had arranged a marriage between our children."

"So it was arranged by our parents." Zuan and the Holy Maiden realized.

The big man sighed: "Unfortunately, not long after the engagement, our tribe suffered a calamity. Most of the tribe members died in battle, and the entire tribe declined. I was already of marriageable age, but I was willing to let my future wife suffer, so I made a name for myself in the outside world over the years before proposing marriage. That way, I wouldn't disgrace Sister Chang."

Zuan immediately conjured up a story of a struggling young man who gradually rose to fame through his own abilities—it was practically the template for protagonists in those online novels from his past life.

The saintess then spoke up, "In that case, you must be extremely famous in the world."

The burly man patted the longbow beside him and said proudly, "I dare not speak for others, but when it comes to the best archers in the world, if I am second, no one dares to be number one."

A glint of light flashed in the saintess's eyes, and then she chuckled, "What a coincidence, my elder brother also happens to be skilled in archery."

The burly man was overjoyed at the sight of his prey: "Oh, what a coincidence! Brother Fengdu, where's your bow? Let's have a contest."

Zuan glanced at the Holy Maiden in surprise, wondering why she would say such a thing on purpose. Did all girls subconsciously not want their lovers to be outdone?

"That won't be necessary. She was just joking." With important matters to attend to, he certainly wasn't in the mood to compete with her.

The burly man frowned and said, "Since this young lady says you are very good at archery, you must be quite good. How can a man disappoint his woman? There's no need to feel pressured. Just shoot for fun, and let's keep things peaceful."

He casually pointed to a flock of birds in the distance and said, "Those birds of prey are very cruel. They like to eat children's brains. Let's have an arrow contest and see who can hit more birds of prey with one arrow."

Seeing that he had gone this far, Zu'an could no longer refuse and had no choice but to take out the Sun-Shooting Bow.

I regretted it as soon as I took it out. It seems that the other party has a deep connection with the Sun-Shooting Bow. After all, it seems that the other party used the Sun-Shooting Bow to shoot down nine suns in the sky.

Upon seeing the red bow, the burly man's eyes lit up, a hint of eagerness appearing in them: "Your bow is excellent!"

Zuan was initially worried that the other party might covet the Sun-Shooting Bow, but seeing that the other party was simply admiring it, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Brother, please go first."

The burly man said with a strange expression, "If I go first, you might be at a disadvantage. You should go first."

Zuan smiled somewhat sheepishly, "If I went first, you'd be at a disadvantage too..."

"In that case, let's go together." The big man laughed heartily, then drew his bow and shot out an arrow like a shooting star.

The saintess was dumbfounded. She saw the arrow pierce through the eye of one bird of prey in an instant, then hit another. Even more bizarrely, the arrow could curve. No matter how the frightened birds scattered and fled, they were always caught by the strange arrow, which killed half of the flock in the blink of an eye.

Just then, Zaun's arrow arrived.

With a flash of light, all the remaining birds, whether nearby or scattered far away, were blasted into ashes.

The big man was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter: "You shot down exactly one more than I did, so you won."

Zuan shook his head slightly: "I got the advantage of this bow. Your speed and skill were better than mine just now."

The burly man didn't seem to care: "Owning a bow is also a testament to your strength. In that case, how about we call it a draw?"

Zuan felt a sense of admiration for Yi, who was indeed a generous and magnanimous person.

While the two were appreciating each other's company, the saintess sat in a corner of the deck with her eyes lowered, her face pale, and her fists clenched tightly in her sleeves.

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