Jiang Siming, who was hunting in the royal grounds, inexplicably sneezed.
"Strange. How could a dignified cultivator like me sneeze? What a bizarre thing. Could I have caught a cold?"
Jiang Siming rubbed his nose. The arrow he had originally intended to shoot and hit a wild rabbit veered all the way to the Arctic.
In front of all the soldiers and generals, he said somewhat awkwardly,
"Hahaha, my lord, your archery seems to be a little off today." Zhao Yun laughed as he teased him.
"No, no. My lord actually wanted to shoot all the air away from around the rabbit and suffocate it to death. Those were my lord's exact words when he taught me before. Hahaha."
Guan Yu stroked his long beard and laughed.
Everyone had an excellent relationship with Jiang Siming. Not only were they loyal to him, but after spending so much time together, they also knew his temperament well.
As long as they did not make any principled mistakes, Jiang Siming rarely got angry, and he was very amiable when interacting with the soldiers and generals.
They were not only lord and subjects, but brothers as well.
Jiang Siming's old face flushed red from their teasing. He glared at them and raised his head. "Yunchang, Zilong, once the hunt is over, I'm going to check whether your martial skills have deteriorated."
Guan Yu and Zhao Yun's expressions instantly changed. With two bitter faces, they begged for mercy. "My lord, please don't! We were wrong."
Having Jiang Siming check their martial skills meant sparring with him. It was not as if they had not sparred with him over the past three years.
Whether Zhao Yun, Guan Yu, or any of the other mighty generals, every one of them had been beaten flat when sparring with