Fang Yi made a name for himself with a single arrow in the snow at Qifeng Ridge, much to the delight of Zhong Ziheng, who had been eager to see this exact outcome.
Before this, Zhong Ziheng had briefly introduced Fang Yi to Zhong Shu, Zhong Shi, Zhong Jiu, Zhong Hua, Hu Yu, Hu Jue, and others—none of whom had met Fang Yi before—and placed a wager with them. He claimed that since Fang Yi was a master of the slingshot, he would naturally excel at archery as well, though his assertion was met with universal skepticism. It was only after Fang Yi struck the bullseye with absolute precision that everyone finally conceded.
In truth, Fang Yi had taken the shot under duress, merely holding onto a shred of hope with a trial-and-error attitude, having no confidence in himself. The snowfall at the time had been far too heavy; the target ahead was virtually invisible amidst the swirling flakes, and the dancing snow seriously impaired his concentration. He had loosed the arrow relying purely on his habitual feel for slingshots and darts. To his own utter astonishment, he had actually succeeded.
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