On deck, people were almost standing shoulder to shoulder. As the master, Ah Jiu was leisurely perched on his chair, cradling a warm teacup, with a small table beside him, on which sat two delicate dishes of snacks.
Meanwhile, from somewhere on the boat, wafts of delicious food smells filled the air, which didn't seem to affect the crowd on deck enjoying the spectacle.
"For fairness's sake, since I don't have Qinggong, you can't use it either, Hoo Die, can you? Otherwise, even if you win, it won't be a victory of true skill," Wufu said.
Hoo Die's fighting spirit was roused, "Even without Qinggong, this young master can still beat you."
Wufu was about to retort when Ah Jiu interjected, "Alright, if you don't start soon, it'll be dark."
The two looked westward, where the sky was dyed red by the sunset, signaling the sun was about to go down.
"Time starts now," Xiao Li said with a chuckle.
