Zhe Chong gently stroked the bow in his hand, as if he were touching the skin of love. The cold touch made Zhe Chong a little fascinated.
Zhe Chong was a soldier, and a soldier's favorite thing wasn't a lover, but a weapon. A lover could make you relax, but a weapon was a soldier's second Life, so no soldier would hate weapons.
Zhe Chong raised his bow and gently drew it. With this action, an Iron Arrow appeared on the bow. Zhe Chong turned around and aimed the arrow at a large rock about a thousand meters away from him. He released his grip, and the iron Arrow turned into a black line, flying straight towards the large rock.
Ka! With a soft sound, the arrow disappeared into the rock. Zhe Chong moved his body to the rock and discovered that the arrow had already deeply embedded itself into the rock and had disappeared.