The pottery bowl couldn't possibly shatter on its own, and Yin Le hadn't learned the skill of striking from a distance.
So... Da Lang was shocked as he looked up, wondering where the dart and the person had gone.
Yin Le stepped out from behind the pillar, holding two darts tied with string. The two shattered bowls were broken by these special darts.
"Well, do you believe it now?" Yin Le stood with arms akimbo, smiling in front of the siblings.
Si Niang gave a shout of surprise, her big eyes staring curiously at the darts in her hand, asking, "Senior Sister Le, why do you tie strings to the darts?"
Da Lang was curious too, and although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed impressed.
After all, Senior Sister Le had only just started practicing martial arts for a little over two months. If she hadn't been secretly practicing diligently, she couldn't have mastered the art of darts in such a short time.
Yin Le brought the string-tied darts closer for the siblings to see.
