"Master is unmatched. No one can compare to Master."
Feng Yi's admiration for his little master was like an endless river, constantly flowing.
"Shut up, Shitou."
Wang Meng looked at Shitou impatiently, changing the subject, "The archery competition is starting."
With those words, the few brothers' nerves tightened abruptly like cheetahs preparing to attack; their eyes eagerly fixed on the targets.
"The archery contest begins now, with two people from each fire pit, with three arrows per person taking turns."
As the main activity of the courtship gathering formally began, servants with prepared bows and arrows walked up to the tent entrance, waiting for the enthusiastic youths to take the stage.
Ah Ruhan, beautiful and young, had countless admirers on the grassland.
Eager to display their skills in front of their beloved, the young men were itching to try their luck, getting up from beside the fire pits and flexing their shoulders, getting ready to compete.