It Can Last for Three Days

"Don't worry, A'Li," Ye Siheng said, "I will only spar with the master, nothing more."

"At least you have some self-awareness," Yun Yubai snorted.

They moved to the courtyard. The lanterns under the eaves cast a weak light, their faces merging into the night. Concerned about the danger of real swords, Nanli had the servants bring wooden ones. Though neither was pleased, they couldn't refuse her request.

The day's heat lingered, and a hot wind blew through. Yun Yubai wasn't in a rush, waiting for Ye Siheng to strike first. He was old enough to let the younger man make the first move, hoping to show Nanli his other skills and maybe change her mind.

Ye Siheng understood Yun Yubai's intent and didn't hold back. He raised his wooden sword and aimed directly for Yun Yubai's vital points. Even with a wooden sword, it stirred a sharp wind.