At the Dream Inn, the young talents saw Zhou Shijie's seriousness. Having pride in their hearts, they were skeptical about the "astonishing archery" he claimed, yet his defeated demeanor did not seem like a pretense, sparking their curiosity.
In the inn's hall, three pots of beast soup were bubbling with heat. The essences of various beasts rolled in the pot, the texture of tiger and bear hearts clear, with bear paws and leopard backs nearly cooked.
The aroma of the cooking soup was fresh and fragrant. Yang Wentian brought dozens of bowls and chopsticks, tossed them beside the Korean soup. The bowls landed perfectly in order, spread out systematically. Yang Wentian placed a palm in the air, striking the beast pot. The pot jolted, spreading beast soup like rain, falling precisely into the bowls.
