Next to Misty Mountain, within Xiangdao Mountain.
At this very moment.
On the Wayless Sect's plaza.
Baize was hunched over, his gaze fixed on a figure in the plaza, his eyes brimming with satisfaction.
In the plaza, a young man with a longbow stood.
This young man was continuously drawing the bow and shooting arrows.
The arrows, blessed with mana, seemed to come alive, possessing not only immense power but also tracking ability.
Every arrow shot by the young man easily hit distant targets set up across the field.
Each target was almost a few kilometers away.
Yet the young man hit them with ease.
It was clear just how skilled this young man was.
This young man was Baize's new disciple.
The new disciple was named 'Long Lichuan,' and he was born an archer.
That's what Baize thought.
Any bow in Long Lichuan's hands was like an extension of his arm, easily controlled.
Furthermore, his talent for cultivation was exceptional.