The drill ground lay just west of the Ten-Thousand-Year Banyan. An Yuxing ran straight up into the Ten-Thousand-Year Banyan's branches, carrying his wine gourd as he looked out at the soldiers training in the drill ground.
"Kid, where did all those soldiers come from?" An Yuxing asked.
"Them?" Yang Chengmou gazed over and said, "They all used to be commoners from Star Moon Island."
An Yuxing said thoughtfully, "Their talent seems very good!"
"Mm!" Yang Chengmou nodded.
On this point, An Yuxing was not as sharp as Ji Zhen. Ji Zhen had already discovered the issue with the wine, but An Yuxing had drunk so much and still had not noticed it even now.
The wine Yang Zhengshan had given An Yuxing was several times more than what he had given Ji Zhen. An Yuxing only knew which wine tasted good and which wine was bland; he had never carefully thought about the effects of those wines.
"Those bows and arrows?" An Yuxing noticed the strong archers training on the drill ground.
Yang Chengmou explained, "Master, those are all ten-stone strong bows."
"Ten-stone? This many?" An Yuxing was somewhat surprised.
It was not that Da Rong had no strong bows above ten stone, but there were not many of them.
This was mainly because of the restrictions on bow-making materials. It was not that there were no materials suited to making strong bows, but those materials suited to making strong bows were even better suited for making other weapons.
There were few martial-artist archers to begin with, and martial dao experts did not have such great demand for strong bows, which was why strong bows above ten stone were rarely seen.
But the aerial roots of the Ten-Thousand-Year Banyan were very suitable for making the bodies of strong bows. This