As he watched the woodcutter depart, Ji Ning grew increasingly puzzled. "When the arrow flies…this part I understand. But 'the heart flies with it'…what does that mean?"
Twang! Twang! Twang!
Ning pulled his bow, testing out a few more arrows, growing increasingly puzzled as he did.
"Little master." The black-robed man appeared once more, face full of excitement. "Your eldest apprentice-brother said, 'When the arrow flies, the heart flies with it.' I think I somewhat understand."
"Oh?" Ning revealed an expectant look on his face.
