"May you all proceed without any mishaps, and may all your wishes come true. Buyi takes his leave now."
"Rock-paper-scissors? What a laughable form of competition."
Ye Aobai didn't care about the departure of his clansmen and let out a cold huff, clearly displeased:
"If this gets out, not to mention our clansmen will be laughing their heads off, even Xi En would mock me."
"What's the matter, are you scared?"
Ye Buchun stretched a grin, his mouth missing two front teeth, looking particularly ferocious.
"Scared? Not of your big head!"
Ye Aobai straightened his back, finally free from the paralyzing effects of the upper body lightning affliction, and said furiously:
"I, the king, am unafraid and welcome death. Whether it's one round for the win, or best of three, you say the word!"
"I like best of five!"
Ye Buchun clenched his fist, ready to strike.
His predatory gaze was a perfect display of his ferocity.
"Fine, fine, fine, I'll go along with you!"
