Wang Dezhong was utterly discouraged, feeling dejected and frustrated as he walked to the place where the Snow Tiger had been shot dead. Suddenly, he was taken aback:
"The Snow Tiger's movements are unpredictable, its fur blending perfectly with the snow. My ability to detect its traces relies entirely on my innate strange eyesight, able to discern even the slightest hint. Even so, being five hundred yards away, it would be difficult to perceive anything, even if the Snow Tiger were hunting or running. Yet this Snow Tiger was lying stealthily in the snow, making it even more difficult to find any trace of it, like picking a needle from the water, a grain from the sand... He..."
"Not only is his archery skills extraordinary, but his vision too is frighteningly remarkable. To shoot the Snow Tiger dead from miles away with a single arrow, isn't it... isn't it... too shocking!"
