Elder Gong had originally thought that Xu Chunniang would be deeply dejected after losing the match.
Who would have thought that when he went to see her, she was leisurely holding her identity token and sending messages at an unhurried pace, looking as though she had not been affected in the slightest.
All the words Elder Gong had prepared beforehand got stuck in his throat. In the end, he could only mumble,
"Losing a match once in a while is no big deal. Don't take it to heart."
After dealing with the steward, Xu Chunniang put down her identity token, raised her head, and looked at Elder Gong with a smile.
"I know. It was only one lost match; it amounts to nothing. Elder Gong, you must have earned quite a few Immortal Crystals this time, right?"
Thinking of the two thousand Immortal Crystals he had lost, Elder Gong's chest faintly ached.
He took a sharp breath, smiled somewhat unnaturally, and nodded. "Earned some, earned some."
Although Xu Chunniang found Elder Gong's expression rather strange, she did not think much of it. She nodded with relief. "It's good that you earned some."
Elder Gong suddenly felt that compared to Girl Xu, who had not taken the result of this match to heart at all, he, who had lost two thousand Immortal Crystals, was the one who needed comforting.
Speechless, he pulled out his wine gourd and took a huge swig.
The crisp fragrance of the wine calmed his mood considerably.
"You fainted on the arena just now. You weren't hurt, were you?"
"Just minor injuries. Nothing serious."
"Then... what about the Word Spirit Technique?"
Elder Gong asked probingingly, "I heard that excessive use of this technique not only damages one's lifespan, but also causes varying degrees of weakness. I wonder