In the end, Abbey Master Xu Lang was the one who lost. Bai Feifei had not wanted it to come to this, but as the fight entered its latter half,
she gradually realized Qin Jiuge's purpose today. He had only meant to use her as Xu Lang's whetstone. Of course she had to fulfill his goal here; that was her true path to survival.
Throughout White Bone Abbey, the person who truly called the shots had never changed. There was only Qin Jiuge. Everyone else merely followed his word.
"I lost. Just like that. Impressive."
Xu Lang gave a bitter smile.
He lay on the ground, looking as though he had nothing left to live for.
Li Xuanmiao seized the moment to appear before him. Looking down at him, he let out a long sigh. "Why take it so hard? You lost today; win tomorrow.
"Victory and defeat are commonplace in battle. Wouldn't it be enough to keep studying your secret arts and your cultivation of heavenly secrets in the days ahead?
"A high realm is all well and good, but it can breed arrogance too."
Putting on the air of a patient mentor, Li Xuanmiao slowly lectured his fellow practitioner.
Xu Lang could not be bothered with him. He turned his head aside, gave a muffled grunt, and pretended to faint on the spot before everyone's eyes. If he did not faint now,
he truly would have no face left after today.
Li Xuanmiao did not press the matter or expose him again. With a wave of his right hand, he used the Wind-Riding Art to lift Xu Lang slightly, and the two slowly departed. As for the wreckage, Qin Jiuge's proposal had caused it, so naturally Qin Jiuge could clean it up.
"Bai Feifei, you really are no