Tuoba Feng burst out laughing, tossed Changle to an attendant, took the mare's milk wine from a maid, and drained it in one gulp. "Why not see the skills of our Xiliang lads!"
The drumbeats suddenly surged like a driving rain, and eighteen bare-chested warriors leaped into the ring, their feet pounding against flying sparks.
Changle's eyes widened—the bronze bells tied to their ankles were identical to the ancient musical instrument drawn on the charred-tail qin score found in the tree hollow that day.
Chapter 45