Bai Qingyan asked Xiao Ruohai to increase the weight of the iron sandbag daily, aiming to boost her strength. By the tenth day, Yu Qingshan and Bai Qingyan began practicing archery with added weight.
On the fifteenth day, when the army reached Zhancheng, Bai Qingyan held the Sun-shooting Bow, and with one arrow, she shot down the straw target.
Xiao Ruohai, having witnessed Bai Qingyan's efforts to pick up the Sun-shooting Bow along the way, had reddened eyes: "Young Master..."
She wiped the sweat off her face with her shoulder, drew an arrow, and said steadily to Xiao Ruohai: "Move the straw target further away..."
Xiao Ruohai nodded, hurried over to the straw target, set it upright, and moved it five more zhang back, increasing the weight at the base.
Bai Qingyan, her face covered in sweat, nocked an arrow and drew the bow. Her sharp eyes focused unwaveringly on the red center of the straw target.
"Whoosh—"