Everyone fell silent before Huangliang Terrace.
With a temperament as arrogant and valiant as Xiang Bei's, would he apologize?
After the fight, he had been crushed without a shred of suspense. Facing Jiang Wang's lowered head, he had bowed to the stronger man and acknowledged the result of his defeat. In essence, it was still an attitude of "might makes right."
But when it came to might, he, Xiang Bei, was now stronger than Zuo Guangshu.
Would he willingly apologize to Zuo Guangshu?
If he refused, what would Jiang Wang's "I don't wish to humiliate anyone" turn into?
Just thinking about it made everyone feel tense.
"This was my fault." Han Li stepped forward of his own accord. "I'm willing to—"
Xiang Bei held up a hand to stop him.
The Xiang Clan had no tradition of making others take responsibility.
"I, Xiang Bei, was discourteous today, Young Lord Zuo!"
Even after dispersing the Tyrant Body of Swallowing Thieves, he was still taller and more imposing than everyone present. He clasped his hands toward Zuo Guangshu, apologizing.
Then he turned and left.
His friends followed after him.
Whether it was Han Li or the others, no matter how angry or worried they were, they accepted Xiang Bei's decision once he had made his position clear. This was perhaps a glimpse of his ability to lead.
His will was strong enough to carry through among those around him. According to something Chongxuan Chuliang had once casually told Chongxuan Sheng, that was the foundation of a general.
A powerful cultivator like Xiang Bei, skilled in the art of war, could not have his future judged solely by his individual combat strength, just like Li Longchuan.
Losing to Jiang Wang again and again in duels did not mean his future was inferior to