Finally, an old general with graying hair, clad in soft armor, entered the training ground, his voice robust and powerful:
"Class begins!"
Rong Yunhao saw that the instructor of archery was unexpectedly an elderly man with white hair. Initially dissatisfied, he did not expect the old general, right in front of everyone, to draw a three-stone strong bow and hit the bullseye with one shot.
The young prince stared in amazement at this scene, then secretly ran over, lifting a large strong bow beside him, his eyes widening in awe: "So heavy!"
Rong Yunhao exerted all his strength, his small face scrunched up, but the hard bow showed no reaction at all—he couldn't even pull the bowstring.
"Young prince, you're still young; perhaps you should start with the specially made small bow over there," the old general said.
He then looked towards Rong Baoyi on the stone steps, his expression turning kind, raising his voice:
