The wind howled, rippling the eastward-flowing river. The mournful sound of the wind seemed to be weeping for the merciless river, which never stopped for anyone.
Ji Chang, the legendary figure and Prince Pingxi, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky and then down at the swiftly flowing river before him.
"Does the Prince have anything else to say? If not, Jia Luo will proceed." Jia Luo chuckled darkly.
Prince Pingxi replied, "Jia Luo, you know that I have spent my life pursuing Martial Arts. Could you grant me a fair chance to compete against you? This has been my lifelong wish, and it seems it will become my dying wish now."
Jia Luo said, "Prince, you flatter me. It would be Jia Luo's honor to compete against you."
