"Good Yingluo."
"Godly arrow, ah!"
As soon as Xia ping 'an opened his eyes, he saw himself in the crowd, watching the show. The people around him were all clapping and cheering excitedly. Not far away, there was a tall City Tower. At the gate of the City Tower, there were the two words " Handan ". This was an open space outside of Handan City. There were many small vendors around, and there were many people coming and going at the city gate. Everyone was gathered here. He was also wearing coarse clothes and carrying a bag. He looked travel-worn.
The person who was surrounded by the crowd was a tall man with a beard. He was drawing his bow and shooting an arrow.
The man's target was a big poplar tree outside the city. The big tree was more than 100 meters away from the man. Xia Pingan looked at the big tree and saw an arrow nailed to it. However, the people around him were cheering.
