"But, compared to the silver coins earned from the Archery Practice Ground, it's still a little lacking!"
He'd had his eye on that Archery Practice Ground for a while now, but unlike others, he knew there had to be some reason Zhao Hu and the others managed to pull it off; if he seized it too early, he was afraid the place would end up another useless burden.
So, he let it develop naturally, planning to pick the fruit when it was ripe—it wouldn't wither away so easily then.
"What do you think, Master Zhao?" he asked, turning to the man sitting beside him.
The other, hair and brows graying, still had sharp, piercing eyes like an eagle's.
"That kind of archery has probably reached the realm of Great Success, but the force is lacking! Who is this person, where does he come from, any master behind him?"
"Just some country kid! Hasn't studied Martial Arts, naturally doesn't have much strength in his hands!"
