Li Luo was on a particularly tall stone pillar, and there were plenty of jagged rocks below. His arrow had taken up all of his strength. Given how many people were watching him, if he jumped down helplessly, they would pounce on his weakness. He was worth too many points to pass up on.

And so Li Luo had casually sprawled on top, his air of casual confidence holding them back.

Lu Qing'er leaped up beside him with a waft of perfume. She stretched out a small hand to him.

"Gloves on?" Li Luo checked. Yes, they were. Otherwise, they might both be screwed.

Lu Qing'er shot him a look. She cut an impressive figure herself, a heroine straight out...