"Haa~ haa~ t-that's just cheating... how are you so strong? Haa~", Wei Yuanjie was heavily breathing, sweat running in rivers down his face and neck, the collar of his robes, as well as part of the fabric on his back and sides completely drenched.
He was leaning forward, his hands resting on his slightly bent knees, the sword in his right hand pointing slightly slanted, down to the ground.
He finally plopped onto the ground and then sprawled his hands and feet right in the middle of the small training field of his palace, his expensive and lavishly decorated sword thrown carelessly to the side, haphazardly landing with a series of loud metallic clangs.
"Your Highness are actually quite talented", Wu Long spoke, standing straight in a relaxed yet somehow graceful pose, with an iron fan in one hand, the other hand behind his back.
