“Good stuff!” The longer Qian Jin looked at the [Divine Shot] in his hands, the more he had the impulse to immediately forge a strong bow. “I have to squeeze some time out of my day to practice the shooting techniques,” he said to himself.
After he finished reading [Divine Shot], Qian Jin subconsciously flipped back to the first page and stared at the very first line: [If you want to become a real archer, then don’t focus on the accuracy of your strikes, and don’t focus on whether you can draw back stronger bows. Observe! If you want to become a great archer, then observe.]
“Observation… What is it trying to tell me?” Qian Jin carefully rubbed the pages in [Divine Shot]; he was trying to see if every page of the book felt the same. “Am I just thinking too much?” Qian Jin wasn’t able to find anything.
Far away, a few beast roars travelled through the forest, causing leaves to fall. The roars reached Qian Jin’s ears.
