"Nonsense!" Long Xi gave a low shout.
The girl shrugged. "It's up to you whether you believe. General Chi wanted me to deliver this message—you still owe him a Jing Xiang wine, you must remember to give it to him."
Long Xi felt as if lightning struck him at the girl's words. With a violent start, he suddenly remembered that dashing youth in red armour, standing proud and reckless in the winds.
["Chi Tong, would you be so scared during your first battle that you can't even raise your sword?"
"Is the crown prince willing to make a bet with me?"
"Oh? Why not?"
"If I win ten battles in a row, you must give me your jug of Jing Xiang wine?"
"Haha, you rascal. You are still hankering after my jug of Jing Xiang wine. That is the very last jug in the whole wide world now."
"So? Don't dare to bet with me?"
"I am afraid you won't succeed. If you win ten battles in a row, I will give you that wine. How about that?"
"Deal!"
