The middle-aged man seemed eager to try his hands with the bow, but the kid was the one who saw it first. No matter how much he liked the bow, he did not have the heart to snatch it from the kid.
"You can go first." Shen Yanxiao kept a relaxed attitude toward the scene because she felt that the bow was more complicated than one would expect. Based on what Great Master Duan had said, it seemed like no one would be able to pull the bowstring except for the one fated to be its owner. She had resonated with the bow earlier that day, so it must have meant that the bow was destined to be hers. However, she was also curious to see if there was any truth to Great Master Duan's words.
The man looked at Shen Yanxiao gratefully, and he walked toward the shooting range with the bow in his hand. He raised the bow slowly with one hand and then attempted to pull the bowstring with another. He held his breath as if he wielded a feathered arrow in his hand, and he was ready to shoot.
