A sparring match could not be allowed to consume effort for nothing.
Chen Yi set down his wine cup and looked at Shui Hetong with a smile that was not quite a smile. "Brother Shui is so valiant and extraordinary. Surely you are a man who keeps his word."
Three things...
Shui Hetong secretly shook his head. In this spar, he had truly lost the lady and thrown away the troops.
Not only had he gained nothing—his Martial Path had not advanced in the slightest—he had also suffered a severe blow. Anyone who saw such a towering mountain blocking the road ahead would feel somewhat deflated.
On top of that, he now owed Chen Yi three favors.
Loss, loss, loss.
Yet loss was loss. Shui Hetong still nodded generously, smiling as he said:
"I had thought my Master possessed peerless talent. Having reached the extremes of two paths, he had already climbed to the very pinnacle of the mortal world."
"Only today did I learn that beyond men are greater men, and beyond heavens are higher heavens. Brother Liu... your attainments in the Martial Path have earned my admiration."
As disciples of the White Immortal, those from the Wind and Rain Tower naturally had rather lofty standards.
Ordinary martial artists did not merely fail to catch their eye; even hearing of them, they would not think them particularly impressive.
Even if they met them, they would only offer a few polite words of long-held admiration.
More or less, they all possessed a measure of pride.
Now that Shui Hetong had lost wholeheartedly and was thoroughly convinced, he naturally would not renege on his word.
Besides, Chen Yi had some ties to both him and the Wind and Rain Tower. Let alone helping with three matters.
If there truly came a