Shi Yaoguang suddenly had an exquisitely crafted bow and arrow in her hands.
It was a genuine bow and arrow, heavy too. Shi Yaoguang estimated with a bit of force that it weighed at least fifty kilograms.
The bowstring was taut, and merely looking at it could instill a feeling of retreating.
Shi Yaoguang's first reaction was that she couldn't draw it.
No sooner had she thought that than she effortlessly drew the bowstring.
She didn't even feel like she was using all her strength.
No, it wasn't just about not using her full strength.
She had drawn it as if it was feather light.
Quan Jinbei watched her movement and reached out to try it himself.
His thought was the same as Shi Yaoguang's initial one.
Such a heavy bow, he probably couldn't draw it.
However…
The unexpected happened again.
He drew the bow with almost no difference in effort from Shi Yaoguang, the tight bowstring seemingly light as he drew it.
