While many Inner Disciples were busy exchanging Spirit Stones.
Chen Changqing smiled faintly, tapped the ground lightly with his feet, and flew down from the Hundred Strong Battle Arena.
Zhou Tianhai was still standing there in a daze.
The wooden look on his face made it obvious that he had yet to recover from the fact that Chen Changqing had defeated him with a single punch.
Chen Changqing glanced at Zhou Tianhai and cupped his hands in salute.
"Senior Brother Zhou, you let me win!"
Only then did Zhou Tianhai come back to his senses. He hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, rose to his feet, and returned the salute.
"Junior Brother Chen, you won!"
Though he said so, Zhou Tianhai's heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness.
He still found it hard to accept that he had actually lost to Chen Changqing.
Chen Changqing did not mind. After smiling and nodding at Zhou Tianhai, he strode toward Wang Yang.
The surrounding Inner Disciples immediately stepped aside to clear a path for Chen Changqing.
This was the Shushan Inner Sect, a place where strength did the talking.
The stronger one was, the more naturally one earned the respect of others.
By then, Wang Yang had already collected his winnings in Spirit Stones from the disciple running the betting pool.
When he saw Chen Changqing approach, excitement flushed his face red, yet for a moment, he did not know what to say.
Chen Changqing smiled slightly.
"Senior Brother Wang, let's head back!"
After saying that, Chen Changqing did not wait for Wang Yang's response before turning and leaving.
Seeing this, Wang Yang took a deep breath and hurried after Chen Changqing.
As the many Inner Disciples watched Chen Changqing's retreating figure gradually fade into the distance, they