In the bedroom.
Chen Shouyi held the War Bow, drew it, then slowly let the bowstring go slack.
The air trembled with a humming sound.
After drawing it seven or eight times in a row, his arms began to tremble slightly. He forced out two more draws before finally stopping.
"This bow is just too heavy." He sighed inwardly.
It was all well and good that he could draw it several times in a row now, but it would be no use in a real fight.
First, drawing the bowstring took too long.
The heavier the bow, the more strength it took to draw, and the slower the draw.
A fight at his level could be described as lightning-fast. At this speed, his enemy would probably be closing in to attack before he could even draw the bow all the way.
Second, his arms inevitably trembled, which greatly reduced his accuracy.
Chen Shouyi dismantled the bow and put it away, then rubbed his aching arms.
On the bed, Shell Girl held a little mirror, tugging at the hem of her skirt as she turned this way and that, admiring herself.
Ever since she got the mirror, she could never get enough of looking at herself. She hardly even played with her glass beads anymore.
It was a folding makeup mirror for women.
About five centimeters in diameter.
It wasn't that Chen Shouyi hadn't wanted to buy an even smaller mirror, perhaps one the size of his little finger. But this was the smallest he could find.
By now, he had filled a whole drawer with these mirrors.
There were fifty of them.
That would be enough to last her quite a while.
"Good Giant, why can't I grow taller?" Shell Girl's little head was off thinking about something again. She