Madam Wen's beautiful eyes rippled, her gaze entirely focused on Li Xian. Such elegance, such momentum—even the young heroes, aristocratic offspring, and scions of great family she had seen in the past—paled in comparison.
She had already witnessed the spirited shot of the first arrow just now.
Madam Wen was fond of hunting in the mountains and fields, and her archery was not poor. She also knew how difficult it was to convey intent through an arrow. It required the unity of character, intent, and mentality.
Archery is easy to practice, but spirit is hard to find. Even those seated high in the temples, at the pinnacle of power, can be vermin. Those dominating regions in martial arts can also be cowards.
A person's achievements have nothing to do with spirit. However, those brimming with spirit, if they encounter the right opportunities, can astonish the world.
Spirit reaches its peak.
