"All right, Little Chuxi, I'll take my leave first. I really anticipate your performance during the fighting ring competition." Huangfu Qingjue stretched out his hand to gently pat Ling Chuxi's head as he smiled. "You have me in everything, so you don't have to worry."
"I'm not worried," snorted Ling Chuxi. "I'll deal with things as they come! If soldiers come, I'll go on defense, if water rushes at me, I'll use soil to cover it up."
"True. Indeed, indeed. Little Chuxi is unrivalled. You must get first place in this time's fighting ring competition. I will reward you if you get first place," said Huangfu Qingjue with a smile upon hearing Ling Chuxi's confident words.
"Oh? What reward?" Ling Chuxi's eyes lit up as she asked excitedly.
"How about a kiss?" replied Huangfu Qingjue with a wicked smile.
"You might as well reward me with a roasted suckling pig," said Ling Chuxi as she waved her hand in disdain.