Carrying both gratitude for his master, Doctor Liu, and a weighty sense of responsibility, Li Bufan left Huichun Hall. He did not head home immediately, but turned and made his way toward Lin Manor again.
His goal was incomparably clear: Archery! Before departure, he had to raise his archery to the very limit it could currently reach!
He went straight to Lin Manor's armory. Using his Second-Class Guard token, he collected three large quivers of fine arrows, thirty arrows each, ninety in total.
The old clerk managing the storeroom was somewhat surprised to see him take so many arrows at once, but did not ask further questions. He merely recorded it in the register.
With the heavy quivers and the Ancient Bow on his back, Li Bufan did not pause for even a moment. He did not even return to the Second-Class Guards' quarters, instead leaving the city directly and heading once more for the remote Snowy Mountain Forest outside the city, the place he knew best.
The terrain there rose and fell, with trees tangled throughout. There were both open stretches and obstructed areas, making it an excellent place to practice archery.
Finding a sheltered mountain hollow, Li Bufan set down the quivers and drew a deep breath of icy air. His eyes instantly turned sharp as an eagle's.
He did not hastily begin shooting. Instead, he first carefully felt out the strength of the Ancient Bow in his hand. The bow was steady and weighty, its string tough and resilient. Its draw weight was far greater than the hunting bow he had used before; it required at least the strength of Major Muscle Tempering to barely draw it to full draw.
What a fine bow! Li Bufan silently praised it, feeling even more confident.
He selected a natural