Outside the city gate, Lu Changsheng trotted along, recalling that arrow from a moment ago. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest.
Had his archery not reached ultimate mastery, that arrow might well have flown straight into the beggar's skull, and the situation would have turned out entirely differently.
Thinking of this, a trace of lingering fear mingled with excitement welled up inside him, finally settling on his face as a slight, upturned curve at the corner of his lips.
Chapter 33