"Since when is it a rule for men not to let women go first?" Tang Wei mumbled a couple of sentences, then added, "But my sister isn't just any woman. Alright, I'll go first." Although he pretended to be calm, Tang Wei was quite nervous inside. After all, with so many eyes watching, losing to Tang Wanwan would be quite embarrassing.
He then became serious, taking out the longbow from his back. This longbow was the old bow that had been hanging on their family wall, an heirloom of his father, Tang Jianfei. Tang Wei cherished it greatly, practicing with it every day, running his hands over it as if speaking with his father. After practice, he would meticulously clean it with a black cloth. Holding it now, he felt an unusual aura. When the bow was drawn to full tension, it imparted a sense of ancient heaviness, as if imbued with an unseen menace, commanding respect.
