Feng Yi was watching the fight of the Imperial Guards and pirates, her eyes focused and attentive, paying attention to details and reading movements.
"What do you see?", Wu Long's voice reached her ears, as she felt his presence from behind, the warmth coming off him reaching her even without touch, though unable to tell when he got so close to her.
"...", she gulped at first, a rush of emotions disrupting her earlier focus and train of thought, but then after a brief moment of self-reprimand, and reminding herself it wasn't the time or place to have such thoughts, replied, "... opportunities, at least three or four almost stable trajectories appear from time to time"
"Good, that's the mindset of an Archery Cultivator", his smile was apparent in his voice, "What else?"