Han Bing Qian craned his neck and sneered. "What's so bad about it? I only offended Song Zheng Yi. Who does he think he is? Xu Yi is a rare talent. For a fine disciple like him, I'd gladly beat Song Zheng Yi bloody. Besides, I'm the one who won in the end. Song Zheng Yi took a liking to my precious disciple, but my disciple chose me. Let that Song fellow die of envy. Serves him right for not getting what he wanted..."
Han Bing Qian hadn't been beaten stupid, nor was he engaging in some kind of wishful thinking. It was simply that things had come to this, and all he could do was grit his teeth and tough it out.
He couldn't exactly tell everyone that he'd never even spent time with Xu Yi, that it wasn't his learning that had drawn Xu Yi in, and that Xu Yi had actually set him up, getting him thrashed by Song Zheng Yi.
He was the venerable Master Han. Could he really afford to lose face?
Besides, he wasn't the sort to give up easily. Xu had set him up—was he supposed to just let it go?
Fine. Xu was willing to let him guide him, was he? The knife was already in his hands. If he didn't peel a few layers of skin off Xu Yi, how could he justify all the trouble he'd been through?
"Brother Han, even if Xu Yi really is extraordinary, and you like him enough to take him on, shouldn't you at least read the wind before making a move? Why stir up trouble just as your proposal is being reviewed? The news has already come down: your proposal was rejected. I heard one of the elders insisted on it, saying the research