He drew the bow, and the sinew string sang like a dragon's roar.
Li Yun glanced sideways, his eyes not on the target. He suddenly loosed his grip. In that instant, the bowstring thundered and the arrow shot forth like a meteor. In the distance, it struck the bullseye, splitting Li Yan's previous arrow right down the middle and embedding itself firmly in the very same spot.
The training ground fell silent.
Li Yan's eyes widened as he stared at the bullseye, then he stole a glance at his father.
He had always idolized his father. Now, seeing his dad in action, Li Yan tried to stay composed, but the worship shining in his eyes was undeniable.
Ming Lingyi was stunned as well. It had to be said, Li Yun's tall, slender figure, combined with the casual, dashing air he had when drawing his bow, made it difficult not to stare.
Li Yun chuckled, glancing at the Little Bun beside him before his gaze shifted to Ming Lingyi.
"Well?" he asked with a smile.
