Su Qian had already drawn his bow and was ready to shoot the wooden arrow.
However, when he pulled the bow and aimed, his gaze met a pair of eyes. Just for an instant of eye contact, Su Qian suddenly found himself unable to move his gaze away from those abyss-like dark pupils.
It wasn't just his gaze; his entire body felt as if something had bound it. No matter how much his brain commanded, he remained motionless, maintaining the posture of drawing the bow while sitting atop the White Horse, completely still.
Across the entire training ground, the sight that connected with Su Qian's was none other than Bu Changning's eyes.
At this moment, Bu Changning also sat motionless on horseback, staring into the distance at Su Qian, as if time had frozen around them.
Those who could enter the Reserve Team were no fools, and just by looking at the situation on the field, they already noticed the problem.
"That Bu Changning seems to have used some Secret Skill... controlling Su Qian..."
