Early February.
The ice and snow slightly melted, behind Daze Mountain, dozens of people shuttled through the forest. One of them wore a long blue robe, equipped with an emerald green belt, hung a folded crossbow, and held a forty-two stone bow crafted over several months.
His hair was tied into a knot, under his slanted sword-like eyebrows were eyes deep as the sea, beneath the high nose bridge were tightly closed thin lips, paired with a tall and strong physique, he exuded a brave and mighty aura.
He took out a feathered arrow from the quiver on his back, nocked it on the bowstring, pulled it to full draw, aimed at the distant wild deer, and his power gradually transferred onto the bow and arrow.
Two fingers loosened, an arrow shot out, piercing the air with a sharp whistle, precisely hitting the distant wild deer, which let out a tragic howl and fell to the ground.
"Marshal Chen's divine shot!"
