The man, upon hearing a voice drifting through the night sky that carried a youthful energy, yet the words themselves were as hard as iron, conveying an undeniable authority.
He glanced at the arrow embedded in the tree, shot from some five to six hundred yards away. It had pierced the trunk cleanly, buried to its fletching, a clear testament to the terrifying force behind it.
Perhaps it was fear of the power within that arrow, or maybe it was for some other reason.
The man truly stood his ground.
Slowly, he turned around and looked towards the young archer perched atop a tree hundreds of yards away and began to speak.
"It's truly surprising that you've acquired such skill."
Chen Ku, with his Golden Eyes, watched the man who had turned to face him.
