The atmosphere stilled for a moment, every one, including that of the young man who had proposed the duel, turned towards them.
Jiang Shuihan stood off to the side, his hands clasped behind his back, his face adorned with a graceful and warm smile.
Si Fuqing flexed her wrists and ankles, lifting her chin slightly. "What are you waiting for? Come on."
The young man snapped out of his stupor. "Are you sure?!"
His intention behind the challenge had been to make her back down. Why did she seem so excited instead?
"Or what?" Si Fuqing's eyes narrowed mischievously, "You're not trying to deceive me, are you?"
She had already warmed up.
Just as the young man was about to speak, Jiang Shuihan interjected, "Shang Lu, remember the creed of the Thousand Army Alliance: words must be trustworthy, actions must bear fruit."