With Clemence in hand, Shen Yanxiao took an arrow from the quiver. She took a deep breath and nocked the arrow on the bowstring.
"You have a pretty good posture." It was as if Xiu could see Shen Yanxiao's movements with his own eyes. Compared to the previous stiff posture at Great Master Duan's residence, Shen Yanxiao's posture had improved after a few fundamental lessons. How terrifying was her talent that she could transform from a beginner in archery to someone who could achieve good posture?
A trace of a faint smile appeared on her lips. As she looked at a target that was about a hundred meters away, she suddenly released the arrow.
The arrow dashed toward the center of the target and then lodged itself firmly in the bull's eye.
However, the arrow did not pierce through the target. It merely pinned on it.
"Is it because of the arrow?" She querched her eyebrows in puzzlement at the entirely different result as compared to her previous attempt.
