On the Archery Range, the sound of whooshing air was as intermittent as rain. One after another, the black silhouettes of arrows streaked across Liu Zili's line of sight, arcing slightly before slamming into the black curtain wall two hundred meters away, sending out great ripples.
She stood quietly beside the wooden rack where a long spear rested. Her eyes followed an arrow as it flew to the right, and just as they returned, they were pulled away by the next one.
"Whew~" Jiang Qiu took a deep breath. His [Black Flood Dragon] Bow hung down by his left hip as his right hand reached into his quiver and came up empty. "I'm out of Post Arrows..."
He shook his right arm, which felt as if hydrochloric acid had seeped into the muscles. Just as he took a step, a flurry of hurried footsteps approached from the distance.
TAP TAP TAP...
