Lin Zezu gripped the military bow, pulling back the empty string three times to test its draw weight. Just as Liu Ziru had said, the bow had more elasticity than his own replica, which actually saved him some effort.
"What a magnificent bow!" Lin Zezu sighed to himself, unable to suppress his admiration. He never expected that the month of grueling archery practice would actually pay off—he’d stumbled upon a solution just like a blind cat finding a dead mouse.
He pulled an arrow from the quiver and weighed it in his hand. This was a standard birch-shaft military arrow, something he was seeing for the first time; it was slightly lighter than the replica arrows he used for practice. Lin Zezu mentally reviewed the techniques Zhang Shanhu had taught him. As his mind registered the steps, his body instinctively adjusted his stance.
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