Xiao Yanli's tone was still fairly polite and euphemistic, carrying a hint of negotiation.
But in fact, given his status and background, when making such a request, who would dare not give face and refuse casually?
"Of course, it's possible." Song Changming didn't hesitate and agreed directly.
If there's a need to demonstrate strength, then just show it openly.
He never intended to hide his own abilities.
"Good!" Xiao Yanli appreciated Song Changming's confidence, and pointed out one person among the sparring household generals.
This person's physique was like a tiger or wolf, with robust muscles, wielding a broad and thick saber, his eyes cold, staring at Song Changming.
He didn't seem to underestimate Song Changming because of his young age.
"Xiao Shengping."
"Song Changming."
Sparring isn't about life or death, so before starting, both were rather courteous. After standing firmly, they clasped hands as a sign that the spar began.
