"City Lord Liang, I see that your body's condition isn't very good. Why don't you take a rest first?" Zhuo weiran said, pretending to be magnanimous. Since they were definitely going to win this time, he did not mind showing off some of his pride.
"No need," Liang yunru's expression was calm as she walked onto the tournament stage. Her feet had also become abnormally steady.
However, the more she was like this, the more Zhuo weiran felt that she was pretending, and the smugness on his face deepened.
Very quickly, the two of them walked onto the stage. The people of Jing 'an source had long lifespans, so most of them were familiar with this hundred-year battle. Thus, there was no need to say much, as they all knew the meaning behind it.
"City Lord Liang, I think it's better to take a rest first. Otherwise, if I win later, you'll probably say that I won by unfair means." Zhuo weiran said sarcastically with his hands behind his back, putting on the air of an expert.
