Sima Liuyue remains as calm as ever, or one should say, coldly composed, standing there, without a trace of emotion on her face.
For Sima Liuyue, competition is merely a formality. When she was still a young girl in her teens, the words "The First" often trailed her persona.
"Sister, you are surely going to grab the first place again this year," Sima Liuli stood beside her with a sycophantic smile on her face.
Gaze unconsciously drifted towards Baili Xia in the distance.
Compared to the female group of their Mu family, their Sima family is simply godlike. Which year did they not crush them totally?
She wasn't that averse to the Mu family originally, at most just couldn't like Mu Ziying, who always spoke rudely, sometimes squabbling over few words.
But now, every time she sees Baili Xia, she can't help wanting to tear her apart!
"I heard we have some newcomers this year, they were impoverished before, they probably don't even know how to shoot arrows."
