An Xue's face was ashen, but he had nothing to say, after all, it was he who had proposed the contest of horsemanship.
Just then, someone said softly, "Your spear technique is not bad, pity, it is but the bravery of a common man!"
Accompanying the words, a man walked slowly from afar.
The onlookers stood with their hands down at their sides, respectfully saying, "Third Master!"
The newcomer was none other than the current de facto head of the An Family, An Yan's uncle, An Chang!
An Chang was over forty years old this year, but due to proper care, he appeared considerably younger.
Moreover, his demeanor was elegant, his temperament noble, he was clearly someone who had held high positions for a long time.
At the moment, a hint of arrogance surfaced on An Chang's face.
"Are you Xue An?"
Xue An's expression was detached; he did not speak.
