The time I spent practicing archery with Mùróng Zhuó and Yuán Shí was gradually growing tedious.
That motionless target was nothing more than a stubborn block of wood, utterly incapable of stirring any passion in my heart; it felt completely dull and uninteresting.
I remembered seeing in some book that during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, the Flying General Li Guang possessed such miraculous marksmanship that even while galloping on a flying horse, his arrows never missed their mark a hundred paces away.
Chapter 32