Notching the bow, he fired the arrow.
The arrow sank deeply into the center of the target, a shower of wood chips following its path. The fierce Qi still lingered around the arrowhead, and even the remnants were enough to completely shatter the bullseye.
The King of Han slowly exhaled and returned the ordinary longbow to a guard standing by. He brushed off the nonexistent dust from his clothes, sat down on a wooden chair by his side, and picked up a teacup to take a light sip.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey."
After spitting out the tea in his mouth, the King of Han, with an irritated look, set down the teacup and exclaimed loudly, "Who prepared the tea today? Where's my Maojian? Why has it been replaced with ambergris? Isn't this the kind of rubbish tea meant for ladies?"
"I bought the tea."
The Queen Consort of Han walked over with a stern face, holding a teapot in her hand.
"I brewed the tea."