On the martial arts stage, two young men sat facing each other, each with a distinctive grace.
One cultivated archery, the other his spirit, their auras already entwined in competition.
Outside the martial arts stage, Xu Xiangqian felt uneasy, searching for an excuse, he said, "Who knows how long we'll have to wait, I'll go bring a cushion for the old lady."
Old Madam Li waved her hand: "The Li Family has been a Military Clan for generations, since when do we sit and watch martial arts exhibitions?"
Xu Xiangqian forced a couple of awkward laughs, then suddenly seemed to remember something and greeted the proud woman, "Greetings, Sister Feng Yao."
However, it wasn't that he meant to be impolite or intentionally ignore her; the shadow this woman cast over him was too deep, making him hesitant to face her directly.
Li Fengyao responded with a slight nod, considering it a reply.
It was the old lady who carefully observed for a while before asking aloud, "Whose young man is that?"
