Chapter 20
Suddenly the place was in a great uproar.
The guests on site stood one after another and looked to the same direction. The lord of the Jiang Mansion, Jiang Wentian, namely Jiang Chen’s grandpa, was walking towards them slowly.
Most of the people of the Jiang Mansion hadn’t seen him in almost half a year. He finally showed up on the big day of the year, looking healthy and in fine fettle, which was quite soothing.
Jiang Wentian greeted the guests one by one and sat down at the main table.
Jiang Chen saw Gao Yue’s meaningful glance and walked over to greet him.
“Chen, are you feeling better now?” A bright smile lit up Jiang Wentian’s ancient wrinkled face. He mentioned neither the Black Dragon City nor Jiang Chen’s father.
Jiang Chen understood his intention and wished him Happy New Year.
“Very good.” Jiang Wentian nodded with satisfaction.
“It looks fun. Let me try it.”
Jin Jie suddenly walked to Jiang Feng and extended her hand out with no intention to ask his opinion.
“Sure.” Jiang Feng handed the bow of the lost souls to her.
Jin Jie didn’t rush to shoot the arrow. She played with the bow a little first, tried to pull the bowstring back, and then put an arrow in the bow. She was so confident that she aimed at the target that was one thousand steps away.
Her slender arm drew the bowstring to the limit and the arrow then flew out with a whoosh. The porcelain bottle that was one thousand and two hundred steps away was shot.
“Wow!” Many people were shocked.
“Eh? Looks I can shoot farther.” Jin Jie was so excited that she was about to shoot the second arrow.
“The Jiang Mansion isn’t a scenic spot that you are visiting. Everyone only gets one arrow every time. Even if you want to play around, you have to respect the rule here.” Jiang Chen walked to her and felt anger for this woman.
He was the son of the Over Cloud Palace in his previous life, but he had never been arrogant because of his noble identity.
Jin Jie was behaving like the descendents of those upstarts. They had some deep-rooted bad habits.
“How shabby you are!”
Jin Jie curled her lip. Jiang Chen didn’t leave her a good impression. She rolled her eyes at him, gave him the bow and said sarcastically, “You’ve never tried this, have you? What’s your result for last year?”
“Eight hundred steps.” Jiang Feng answered.
He couldn’t understand why Jiang Chen could get such a good result before. After knowing that Jiang Chen had the holy pulse, he felt relieved, since at the same time he was informed of the robbery of the holy pulse and the tragedy of the east courtyard.
“Let’s see whether you can break my record.” On hearing that Jiang Chen’s record was four hundred steps closer than hers, Jin Jie showed an extremely bright smile.
Jiang Chen took the bow of the lost souls and thought of the record of his father, which was two thousand steps. That was quite impressive for him.
The previous Jiang Chen used to make that record as his target.
“Let me help you achieve it.”
Jiang Chen drew the bowstring and put the arrow in the bow. He aimed at the porcelain bottle that was two thousand steps away.
His movement attracted some attention. Jiang Feng sneered at him, “Don’t forget that if you can’t shoot that far, your arrow will reach nowhere and you won’t get any points.”
The farther the distance was, the more difficult it was, since in that way not only the distance but also the accuracy represented the strength of his soul.
Two thousand steps away, the porcelain bottle was only a black spot.