On the thirty-fourth floor of the skyscraper, in the middle of the archery range.
The corridor lined with neatly laid tan wooden planks, and the thick, muddy ground below was dotted with two or three verdant weeds.
It looked simple yet retro.
Walking on the soil, one would never even anticipate being high above the ground on the thirty-fourth floor! To create a deeper and more exquisite environment, they even used projections instead of floor-to-ceiling windows to simulate picturesque mountains and rivers.
From a distance, it genuinely felt like standing in a countryside range.
I hadn't expected that my cheap father-in-law had such refined taste.
"What now, if you're only capable of the most basic archery skills, I would advise you not to bite off more than you can chew. Go home and practice for a while longer!"
Standing to the side, Otome Toyama had already suited up, his robust physique holding a bow, his rough face full of disdain and arrogance.
