"Big Brother!"
Dugu Yifang approached the Sword Saint, who had been forced back, his expression filled with shock.
Though his strength fell short of both Jiang Dali and the Sword Saint, he naturally understood very well that the brief battle just now, though seemingly a draw, had in fact ended with Jiang Dali holding the upper hand.
After all, the Sword Saint had gone all out, while Jiang Dali had yet to use his full strength.
This terrifying outcome was what truly shocked Dugu Yifang, forcing him to reevaluate the standing of Jiang Dali, the Black Wind Stronghold Master, in his heart.
And having his most prized sword technique, Sword Twenty-Two, so easily received by an enemy—combined with the enemy's similarly young age—also left the Sword Saint inwardly despondent. It reminded him of the unbearable past when he had lost to Nameless, and the fighting spirit that had brought him back into the martial world faded by several degrees once more.
For a moment, he felt utterly listless, as though everything had lost its flavor.
"Truly, the waves behind drive the waves ahead, and the earlier waves die upon the shore."
Dugu Jian ignored Dugu Yifang. With a sigh of emotion, he cupped his fists toward Jiang Dali and shook his head. "You were able to receive my Sacred Spirit Swordplay, Sword Twenty-Two. That proves I have already lost. The future of this martial world truly belongs to you young people. I, the Sword Saint, have been called the saint among swordsmen in vain. I have no face left to speak of supporting Unrivaled City. You said Unrivaled City would receive only twenty percent of the profits. Then twenty percent it shall be."
"Big Brother!"
Dugu Yifang was both anxious and helpless. *This brother of mine truly cares for nothing