On the training ground, Lu Yuhong was solely focused on the archery competition.
"Brother Xiu, it's your turn, come on!" Lu Yuhong called Xiu Fengyuan to step up and shoot.
Although Xiu Fengyuan had no desire to compete, since Lu Yuhong had invited him, he could not decline and went forward to shoot.
Out of ten arrows, nine hit the bullseye, while the last one veered off course.
Xiu Fengyuan laughed, then returned the bow to Lu Yuhong.
Lu Yuhong handed the bow and arrow to Qi Zhen, who had just arrived.
Qi Zhen put down his fan, accepted the bow and arrow from Lu Yuhong.
Just then, a middle-aged man in brown clothing walked up to the contestants' stage.
The man appeared somewhat potbellied, as if something round was tucked in his shirt.
The crowd, busy watching the spectacle, paid no attention to the man.
"Sir Liang, would you like to try?" A guard from the Lu family respectfully asked.
