To outsiders, Zeng Anmin's gaze looked somewhat vacant.
He stood there, drawing the Dark Gold Longbow in his hands, which stood as tall as a man.
The longbow looked utterly out of place in his hands, like a child wielding a Three-foot Green Edge.
Yet at that moment, Zeng Anmin was completely immersed in his own world.
A strange light reflected in his eyes.
"Creak~"
With all his "strength," he drew the Dark Gold Longbow in his hand open by the slightest fraction.
"Chirp!!!"
The arrow tore through the air, shooting straight toward the target.
"Bang!!"
The arrow trembled, its tip landing squarely on the bullseye.
Everyone's hearts trembled along with it.
Because at that moment...
Zeng Anmin's eyes were closed!!!
"The intent within the arrow?"
"No, that wasn't it."
"The six arts of the Confucian Gentleman spoke of different paths for Confucian Cultivators."
"And 'archery' was ordinarily unremarkable, yet when battle came, it struck out with savage force..."
A flash of understanding crossed Zeng Anmin's mind.
He recalled the unremarkable soft bow in Tian Qilin's hand nearby.
It was an exceedingly ordinary bow.
It had even cost no more than five hundred coins.
Yet in Tian Qilin's hands, it could take a man's life within thirty paces.
He did not even need to look at you—raise the bow, nock the arrow, loose the string.
The three movements flowed together in one breath, and your life would be taken.
Zeng Anmin stood there quietly.
His gaze was distant, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"This..."
Someone stared at Zeng Anmin with a blank look.
But Tian Qilin silenced him with an exceedingly fierce glare.
The way Tian Qilin looked at Zeng Anmin had changed.
It was not the respectful look he gave the Crown Prince.
What it held