"Thank you, Brother." Xie Jingxing smiled. "Short dagger will do just fine."
Shen Qiu snorted. "Then don't blame me for not reminding you. The weapon you chose is really too lousy."
Xie Jingxing smiled.
Although he was wearing a mask, the smile on his lips always seemed to be mocking and could easily provoke people. Shen Qiu immediately picked up a spear and pointed it at Xie Jingxing.
Luo Xueyan covered her face.
"Let's not waste time, Brother," Xie Jingxing said politely.
"You sure can talk big. Let me see what you are made of," Shen Qiu rushed over with his spear.
Many years later, the mighty young general Shen became the mighty old general Shen. His life was filled with military achievements that made countless people envious. He had won countless battles and was known as the God of War. He was respected and admired by all martial artists… However, he still remembered this afternoon clearly. This would become an indelible memory… and humiliation for him.