Song Qiying's brows flickered with astonishment, but then he laughed and said:
"Miss Zhu is determined to support Brother Bai, so I can only play the villain disrupting their romance. The treasure steel ring with the crackle pattern is quite a rarity too."
Zhu Ling'Er, with her hands behind her back, had eyes curved like crescent moons:
"On the battlefield, it's often said that arrogance leads to defeat. Second Young Master Song, you underestimate your opponent. Bai Qilang has long, powerful arms and carries a hard bow; he might not lose."
Song Qiying's eyes held amusement, seemingly unconvinced that Bai Qi could win against his soft bow with a hard bow.
Zhu Ling'Er's words were rather naive; archery isn't just about drawing the bow like a full moon; true skill is hitting every target without failure.
Even though torches were lit all around the racetrack, the cold wind whistled and swayed them, making it appear quite dim.
