Liu Yitian sighed. "Yes. As long as they study seriously, they all have a chance at Seventh Rank. Your technique is truly formidable. If I'd cultivated it from childhood, I'd be at least Third Rank by now. Sadly, I'm getting old."
"This archery art is no trifling matter. You saw Third and Fourth already. At first, their cultivation dropped, but later their true qi became far more abundant than before. Their future achievements will certainly surpass their previous ones."
"I'm too old." Liu Yitian shook his head.
"You know perfectly well that as long as you're willing to switch cultivation methods, even if you drop to Seventh Rank, you'll return to Sixth Rank within three years at most. You may even have hope of Fifth Rank," Li Qingxian said.
Liu Yitian lowered his head slightly and said nothing.
Li Qingxian said no more. "Then teach the children well. Try to train a few more Tenth Ranks before the Talent-Seeking Gathering."
Liu Yitian nodded.
Leaves that the autumn wind could not scatter all fell to the ground when the winter wind arrived.
At the first gray light of dawn, the Divine Bow Sect left their homes.
The drivers guided ox carts ahead, carrying thirty tables. Each table was draped in red cloth and piled with bows and arrows, martial uniforms, and snacks, all blazing red.
A black wooden plaque painted in red stood on the first ox cart, bearing the three words: "Divine Bow Sect."
Behind the ox carts, Li Qingxian and Liu Yitian walked side by side at the front. Third disciple Yu Xiaoshan, fourth disciple Xu Fang, seventh disciple Wang Shoude, eighth disciple Zheng Gaojue, Zhou Hen, and Yu Ping followed behind them.
Behind them came more than twenty children of differing ages and heights, both boys and girls,