(Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful illustration)
"Hall Master Lin, regarding today's battle, this old man... is utterly convinced. My Spirit Hall admits that we are inferior to your King's Hall."
The moment these words were spoken, it was no different from publicly acknowledging that King's Hall now stood above Spirit Hall!
Though it was only a temporary defeat in terms of martial strength, its symbolic significance was enough to shake the entire Soul Master world!
Lin Jiang laughed heartily. His bearing was magnificent, neither arrogant nor deliberately humble, as he said calmly:
"Grand Enshriner, you flatter me. Spirit Hall has a long legacy and profound foundations. The Angel faith spreads across the continent; it is a pillar holding up the Soul Master world.
Today's sparring match was merely a momentary contest of victory and defeat. How could it determine who truly stands above whom?
All of you Enshriners are heroes of this age. I, Lin, admire you as well."
These words gave Spirit Hall all the face it could ask for while also displaying King's Hall's grandeur.
Having won, they had won openly and honorably. There was no need to kick an opponent while they were down.
Qian Daoliu showed no reaction upon hearing this, merely letting out another sigh, the exhaustion within it growing ever clearer.
He glanced at Mighty Lion Douluo, whose breathing was weak in his arms, and said in a deep voice:
"Fourth Brother has been grievously injured and urgently needs rest to recover. We should not remain any longer. We shall take our leave."
"Wait."
Lin Jiang suddenly spoke. Under Qian Daoliu's slightly puzzled gaze, he pointed toward the magnificent, brightly lit structure on one side of the canyon—the King's Posthouse, which had been created in an instant through Mechanism Art.
"Grand Enshriner, the night is already