"Of course, we must fight."

The stage was set, and Chen Qingyuan couldn't refuse to perform.

After settling the bet, Chen Qingyuan leaped into the air, locking eyes with Yang Suirong.

Today, Chen Qingyuan wore a long green robe, his black hair tied back with a dark cloth strip, cascading down his back. The belt around his waist fluttered in the wind, and his cloth shoes bore traces of mud, grounding him with a touch of earthly dust.