One arrow, another arrow, each arrow trailing a long silk thread, visible only when lightning flashed.
Atop the city wall, the onlookers had already seen Ji Yun nail at least a dozen of those fine fishing lines into the tall fir tree, but unfortunately, not more than three were close enough to each other.
There had to be at least three, as Ji Yun had tested.
Too thick a high-end fishing line would affect the arrow's force and accuracy, neither penetrating the wood nor maintaining a high hit rate.
Too thin a high-end fishing line had limited load capacity, requiring five or more twisted together to avoid breaking.
But twisting five together meant that Ji Yun had to hit the same bullseye on the fir tree!
In clear weather, this could be done.
But under heavy rain, it was highly unlikely.
Indeed, Ji Yun could attempt over and over until he managed to beat the odds with repeated tries, but Ji Yun still hoped to do his best to save everyone with each attempt.
"How is it?"
