Yan Nan burst out laughing. "Old Duan! Let's head back. After this battle, we need to have a proper drink!"
Duan Xiyang shook his head. "When I get back, I'm going into seclusion. I gained quite a few insights from this battle..."
Yan Nan flew into a rage. "No! I forbid it! Even if you're going into seclusion, you have to drink first!"
Duan Xiyang nodded helplessly. "Fine."
Snow Fuxiao stood smiling in midair. He did not leave immediately after losing the battle. Instead, he remained there with great composure, cupped his hands, and offered his congratulations. "Duan Xiyang! Congratulations on reaching the summit today!"
Duan Xiyang returned the salute solemnly, his gaze grave. "I'll be waiting for you to challenge me!"
Snow Fuxiao laughed freely. "It won't be long."
"Good!"
Feng Yun and the others watched the Cloud Top Weapon Compendium hanging in the sky, clearly feeling their blood surge through their veins.
Dongfang Sansan gazed at the Cloud Top Weapon Compendium in the sky, his divine sense and thoughts taking in the emotions of everyone present—especially those of the younger generation. A faint smile remained at the corners of his lips.
The battle at the summit had finally come to an end.
There was joy, there was disappointment, and there was cheering. Inevitably, there were sighs as well.
"Brother Yan."
Dongfang Sansan rose with refined grace. "Now that the victor has been decided and everything is settled, let us part ways here."
Yan Nan was in high spirits. She laughed heartily. "We're not fighting today anyway. Why don't I host you and buy you another round? In this lifetime, there probably won't be many chances for the two of us to sit together and drink."
"Let's not."
Dongfang Sansan smiled. "The younger generation has won a great victory.