235, the Power of One "Arrow

On the military drill field, the drumming had ceased, and the thousand troops were silent.

Because of this, the clapping and cheering sounded particularly jarring and grating.

Swish—

In an instant, all the officers of various ranks belonging to the Divine Mechanism Camp, without exception, turned their gazes towards the two Lihua Hall government officers who were earnestly and loudly offering praise.

Even Mo Chou wore a strange expression.

Thinking to herself: Since when had the thorns of Lihua Hall been trained into such shamelessly flattering individuals?

Could it be a case of "like master, like man"?

"Hitting the bullseye, brilliantly done."

This comment, if spoken earlier for Tang Ping's mounted archery, would have been fitting.

But...

Zhao Douan...

One arrow, not even striking the target, at most barely grazing the edge.

Mo Chou really wanted to ask, "Are you blind?"

Where exactly is the bullseye hit?

And what is so brilliant?