"Straight back! Elbow up, turn your head, focus on your left leg. You must not let go of the bowstring, it must seem to slip out of your fingers."

It was a slightly cool, foggy morning. The sun barely warmed the training ground in Yunmen Jiang, highlighting every cloud of steam flying out of his mouth. The head of the order sighed, clasping his child's elbow, placing it correctly, helping to pull the bowstring correctly, adjusting the grip on the arrow.

"Aim higher. A little above the center, there is a light wind now. Now, do as I taught you."

Jiang Cheng squinted as his child released the arrow and it whistled through the air, biting into the target, almost in the very center.

"There is! Almost to the center. Well done {{user}}!"

He squeezed his child's shoulder in a fatherly way, expressing support and joy for his success, although he showed almost nothing on his face.