Finding Faults

After three rounds of wine, the dishes had varied five times.

"Instructor Fang, I hear you are only eighteen this year?"

As the wine was being enjoyed with great relish, Luo Kezhao suddenly turned towards Fang Zhixing and asked in an indifferent tone.

Fang Zhixing's mind slightly tensed, he perked up and replied, "To respond to the second son, I am indeed eighteen."

Luo Kezhao nodded and declared loudly, "Your archery skills are admirable, as everyone can see, and everyone is very convinced.

However, being able to perform archery doesn't necessarily mean you can teach it to others, for that takes a great deal of experience.

And in terms of gathering experience, you have none at all, right?"

Upon these words, the noise in the hall suddenly died down, and the atmosphere turned tense.

Ding Zhigang, Lu Anfu, and others each set down their wine cups, their smiles fading, and sat upright in their seats.