"What? Miss March 7th is entering too?"
Yan Qing looked surprised.
"The general will be overseeing the Martial Arts Ceremony, but the arena is still dangerous."
"Miss March, you should think it over."
"Hmm?" March 7th narrowed her eyes. "You're looking down on me too? Fine, fine... Now I'm definitely entering."
"You'd better pray you don't face me in the arena, or I'll twist you into a pretzel!"
"..." Yan Qing turned to Yan Huan and suddenly asked, "Are you entering the Martial Arts Ceremony too, Mr. Yan Huan?"
"No." Yan Huan rejected the idea without hesitation. "Those prizes don't interest me. You lot have fun."
"Phew, that's a relief." Yan Qing relaxed. "If you entered too, I'd be in a difficult position."
"It wouldn't do to accidentally hurt you, Mr. Yan Huan. The general would blame me for it."
"Hmm?" Yan Huan stared at him blankly.
"Have you always been this confident?"
"To be honest," Yan Qing said with complete sincerity, "since we parted ways on the Luofu, I've practiced diligently every day. My skills have improved quite a bit."
"If I faced you again, I'd have a fifty-fifty chance of winning now."
"That good?" Yan Huan exclaimed.
"Then I definitely can't enter. Losing in the arena would be so embarrassing."
"Hey, could you show a little backbone?" March 7th looked helpless.
"If you lose, I'll just win back your honor."
"Yan Qing? He's nothing to worry about."
"I could crush him with my little finger."
"You're unbelievable too," Blade muttered as he passed by.
March 7th: "?"
Yan Qing scratched his head.
"Oh, right. Look at me, talking your ears off and forgetting why I came."
"While I was queuing to buy you things, the general sent me a message. He said I could bring you to Sichen