"Sister, it's Brother Meng."
Su Qingluo took the Little Prince to the gathering spot and looked down at the center of the arena from the right side of the platform, where she could see two people competing in arm strength.
The Little Prince quickly recognized Wang Meng and clapped his hands happily, cheering.
"Brother Meng is amazing; he's the best!"
"Hmph, it's just brute strength; what's so great about that?"
A discordant voice came from the right side of her ear.
Su Qingluo followed the sound and saw Li Moyun with his quiver on his back, arms crossed, and uttering a disdainful sneer.
"A country bumpkin, it's enough that they have some strength to do farm work."
Another mocking voice came from the left.
Su Qingluo raised her eyebrow and looked at the voice's owner.
Wang Yehan, a scion of the Wang Clan from Long City, nine years old, good at horse riding and archery, swordsmanship.
"You two, do you have the guts to compete with me, a country bumpkin?"
