Their Horses Aren't Faster Than Mine

"What kind of bow is that?"

Huang Zhong stared at Jia Yingchun as he asked.

"A bow."

"I know it's a bow. What is this bow called?" Huang Zhong pressed on. Partly because he was genuinely curious, and partly because he wanted to distract Jia Yingchun through conversation.

With both sides holding their bows trained on each other, life and death hung by a thread.

Huang Zhong was seasoned and experienced. The little girl before him could not possibly have more experience than he did.

If they kept talking like this, she would be the one to reveal an opening.

"I forgot." Jia Yingchun's voice was flat. Her answer made Huang Zhong slowly let out a breath, steadying himself without letting his arrow waver in the slightest.

You're not an archer at all!

How could a real archer forget the name of the bow in their hands?

"Your bow is extraordinary," Huang Zhong said. "Better than mine."

The implication was that their current stalemate resulted from the difference in their bows, not a gap in skill. It was a psychological tactic.

Unexpectedly, Jia Yingchun remained perfectly calm. "Yes."

She was merely a qi-refining martial artist. The gap between her and a Grandmaster was enormous, and she relied entirely on the bow in her hands to make up for it.

There was nothing to deny, and she did not care about such things. Psychological tactics? His words were not even as venomous as those once spoken by the servants of the Jia Clan.

It's useless? Huang Zhong thought, preparing to change his approach and continue his psychological assault.

The sound of hoofbeats approached. Tang Luo rode up beside Huang Zhong on a white horse and asked, "Old Huang, let me ask you something."

"Old Huang?"

Huang Zhong did his best to