Dongfang Zhaixing's Defeat. "Holy Master Xuan, this... truly is embarrassing!"
"I originally thought Wanqing and Martial Nephew Zhaixing were not far apart in strength. A little sparring, stopping at the right point, would both deepen their relationship and add a bit of excitement to this conferment ceremony..."
"Who would have thought..."
He deliberately stopped, putting on a helpless, apologetic look.
"Who would have thought that child Wanqing wouldn't know how to hold back!"
"She actually beat Martial Nephew Zhaixing until..."
"Ah..."
Canglan Holy Master Guan Du sighed.
"It's my fault! I failed to teach her properly!"
"Holy Master Xuan, please don't take offense!"
These words seemed like an apology, but in truth, every word was like a knife, stabbing viciously into the heart of Xuantian Holy Master Xuan Wuji.
Not only had he repeated the fact of Dongfang Zhaixing's crushing defeat, he had also nailed the label of inadequate strength firmly onto this newly appointed Holy Son.
Xuan Wuji's fists clenched abruptly inside his sleeves, turning white, and an invisible pressure nearly slipped out of his control.
As the master of a holy land, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Especially at a critical moment like the conferment ceremony, in front of the entire sect and all the sects from the domains under their rule, someone was practically pointing at his head and mocking him.
Had it been any other time, he probably would have erupted long ago...
But now, he knew he could not!
Guan Du had brought two great Holy Masters here uninvited, which meant he had come prepared.
If he lost his composure out of anger now, it would only make Mystic Heaven Holy Land even more embarrassed, and it would also leave them with a reputation for being unable to accept defeat.
He took a