"Jian Shi, it's your turn, I trust you."
Old Mr. Li handed a large bow and an arrow to Hai Jian Shi, saying, "On our island, when it comes to archery skills, if you claim second place, no one dares to claim they're first."
"Okay, I got it."
Hai Jian Shi took the bow and arrow, and then, he notched the arrow and drew the bow.
At that moment, a large crowd gathered around to watch the island's customary sea burial ceremony.
Archery, too, is a technical skill.
If the archer misses, the hovercraft will gradually drift farther and farther away, until it finally exceeds the shooting range. If the arrow hits, but by mistake hits the body, it would be as embarrassing as it could get, leaving without dignity.
For this reason, families on the island working in the funeral industry must have top-notch archery skills. If Hai Jian Shi hadn't returned in time, the task would definitely have fallen to the sharpshooter Ji Danyang. But with Hai Jian Shi present, Old Mr. Li trusted him more.
