The young man split open a wooden stake as thick as a bowl with one shot, but had a listless smile on his face. He was fifteen or sixteen years old, with delicate features and handsome eyes, and exuded nobility. Uncle Du praised him for his ability to defeat the three boys from Zhujiazhuang. He sighed - the coach opposite him was the world-famous Luan Tingyu. He had been idle for so long and was no match for him. The servant came to report that the master had returned from Hebei and brought a guest.
Just too slow