While Zhang Lianmeng was teaching Han Yaoyao to practice magic.
Elsewhere.
A tall woman, nearly 1.9 meters in height, was also teaching someone.
She wore a set of pale green Elven light armor, entwined with tender green vines and blooming flowers.
Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, while her pointed ears peeked out from between the strands, making her look lively and adorable.
She held a longbow that radiated the aura of nature, its body trembling faintly like a living tree.
This woman was none other than Su Xiaoyang.
Ever since she had changed into the Hidden Class: Elven Archer, her appearance had gradually evolved toward that of the Elf Race.
Before her stood a young girl about 1.6 meters tall, though her features were still rather childish, watching Su Xiaoyang attentively.
The girl had inherited Su Xiaoyang's Elven traits, possessing flawless features and pointed ears.
Combined with the elegance she seemed born with, she looked like an exquisite work of art.
This girl was naturally Han Xing's other daughter: Han Zhi.
"Zhi'er, remember, Elven archery does not lie in the eyes, but in the heart."
Su Xiaoyang spoke softly. She drew her bow and nocked an arrow without even aiming, yet the arrow struck the bullseye a thousand meters away with perfect precision.
"Feel the flow of the wind, sense the rhythm of life, and let the arrow become an extension of your will."
"Got it, Mom," Han Zhi replied obediently.
Then, she closed her eyes and focused, as though a gentle breeze were swirling around her.
In the next second, Han Zhi suddenly opened her eyes and placed three arrows on the bowstring at once.
With three soft whooshes, the arrows traced three graceful arcs and struck the bullseye simultaneously from different angles.
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