The entire military camp was in complete silence.
Even the wind had come to a halt at that moment.
Everyone's gaze was focused on the center of the eastern square, on that target, that crimson bullseye, which now seemed to have a white dot in the center, like a blood-red eye.
Just as everyone was unsure of what they were seeing, a gust of wind suddenly swept by.
In the sound of the wind, that white dot began to sway slightly. A closer look revealed that the white dot was the feathered end of the arrow, trembling lightly against the wind.
Hit!
It hit!
The people in the front row couldn't even believe their eyes, while the soldiers behind erupted in a gale-like cheer, all shouting excitedly in waves, "Hit!"
"Hit!"
"Hit!"
The waves of sound almost lifted the ground, and the wind grew stronger, making the flags above flutter and snap. In the midst of this uproar, Shang Ruyi remained quietly like an uncarved piece of ice, only fixedly watching that target.
Hit?
