Yuan was in the middle of the Plains, holding his bow as he was grumbling under his breath, complaining about something, or someone. "Mistake.. Mistake.." Yuan growled, clenching his bow tightly, his breathing heavy.

"I'll show him.." Yuan muttered angrily, as he then raised his bow and shot the target, hitting the bullseye. But he was not satisfied. "I'm not a mistake.. Damn him! That Mongol doesn't know what he's talking about.."