Zhao Ming smiled contentedly and was very satisfied, so he casually grabbed a handful of arrows, handed them to Fu Tinghan, "You give it a try."
Fu Tinghan took them, because of Zhao Hanzhang, and also because he was living in chaotic times, he exercised his body every day and occasionally practiced archery, so he was quite confident.
He aimed a bit at the copper pot, threw the arrow, and it fell outside, skimming the mouth of the pot.
Fu Tinghan was not discouraged; rather, he was interested in adjusting the angle and continued to throw the arrows. They flew over the pot's mouth and landed behind it.
Zhao Ming comforted him, "You just need to control your strength better; the angle and accuracy are fine, just reduce your power a little bit."
Fu Tinghan agreed and reduced his strength for the third arrow, which fell skimming the front of the pot's mouth.
Zhao Ming: ...
