The monarch had ordered a mud caricature of a human silhouette to be made and right now, the human clay figure was hanging from a tight rope entwined between two poles that were erected a few feet apart from each other.
The entire setup was done according to His Majesty's wishes because when they had asked the monarch if he would like to practice his shooting on the circular bullseye, he had vehemently refused.
It was a bit peculiar how the monarch had given very precise and specific instructions to make and set up the target but Ning Fu doesn't pay much heed to it.
However, what he paid particular attention to was when the monarch looked at the target with a distant gaze that harboured deep-seated resentment.
It was a look Ning Fu was intimately familiar with.
It was the bloodthirsty look he supported on the battlefield when he vying for an enemy's blood and felt his bloodlust rising in waves and bellows.
