No sooner had he finished speaking than Water Moon Great Sect Master's blade light surged, immediately suppressing Hong Qigong's Dog Beating Staff Technique and forcing him back step by step.
In their final clash of staff and blade, both were knocked backward. Hong Qigong used the momentum to tap off the ground and flew onto the courtyard wall, laughing heartily. "Your saber skills are excellent, sir, but this old beggar has urgent business to attend to. I'll come spar with you another day."
With that, he used his qinggong and vanished into the distance. The guards in the prince's residence moved to pursue, but Ariq Böke raised a hand to stop them. "No need to chase him. Everyone, eat and drink as you please."
He then waved his hand, and the arranged wrestling performance began. The surrounding Mongols cheered one after another, and the tense atmosphere quickly turned festive.
Song Qingshu found the match before him rather dull. He might have been more interested if it were two beautiful young women wrestling. Still, he felt somewhat relieved. It seemed no one present suspected that he had deliberately let Hong Qigong go.
Perhaps his wish had worked. After the wrestling competition, girls of every kind soon emerged, and the Mongol youths, clearly accustomed to this, sought out girls they fancied and invited them to sing and dance together.
Though the atmosphere was lively, Song Qingshu could never quite blend into it. Perhaps he had too many things weighing on his mind to truly relax here.
"Why not find a girl to dance with?" Just as Song Qingshu was marveling at their racial talents, Ariq Böke came over to him.
"I'm not very good at dancing." Song Qingshu did not believe someone like Water Moon Great Sect Master would dance like this,