Zeng Anmin's gaze appeared somewhat vacant to outsiders.
He simply stood there, drawing the Black Gold Longbow that was as tall as a person. The longbow in his hands looked as incongruous as a toddler holding a Three-foot Cyan Blade, but at this moment, Zeng Anmin was completely immersed in his own world. A strange gleam reflected in his eyes.
CREAK!
Using all his "strength," he managed to draw the Black Gold Longbow in his hand just a fraction.
WHOOSH!
The Arrow Fletching shot through the air, heading straight for the target.
THWACK!
The Arrow Fletching quivered as its tip landed dead center on the bullseye. Everyone's heart trembled along with it, because right now... Zeng Anmin's eyes were closed!
