The place was silent, except for the sound of the animals, the air, and the river. Oh, and also the arrows.

Wen Ning stood there, looking as beautiful and perfect as ever as he practiced his already incredible bow skills.

He looked so focused, with his arms outstretched and holding that bow in the most correct and perfect way that you had never seen anyone do.

The red color of his robes only made him stand out more, simply perfect. It didn't matter if he was a Wen.