After keeping a stiff expression for dozens of seconds, Wang Qiangu suddenly revealed a fake smile, as though a burden had been lifted.
He reached out to take the statement letter and even read through it carefully.
Yet after finishing it, his next words once again left everyone present stunned.
"A prince of the Sun Moon Empire, young, talented, and hot-tempered—it's only natural."
Wang Qiangu placed the statement letter on the table and looked calmly at Little Tang.
"However, he was right about one thing."
"The score on the Soul Duel Arena has indeed been settled. Wang Yan was inferior in skill, and the Wang Family naturally has to accept that."
The expressions of the Wang Family members changed, and the Soul Sage from earlier could not help but speak up.
"Ancestor, Young Master Yan, he..."
"Shut up."
Wang Qiangu did not turn around, merely barking coldly.
"What I said we accept is the outcome of the soul duel, not that the Wang Family should suffer this humiliation."
The Soul Sage lowered his head and did not dare say another word.
Wang Qiangu looked at Little Tang again, still wearing a smile.
"Little girl, when you return, convey my regards to Prince Ming."
"Tell him that the Wang Family will remember what happened to Wang Yan."
"And one more thing. When young people do things, they shouldn't only focus on winning. Winning too quickly may not necessarily be a good thing."
Little Tang's scalp tingled. To her, words like these, which were neither insults nor outbursts, were even more uncomfortable than being cursed at.
So she did not dare linger. "This junior will convey your words."
"Farewell."
Little Tang turned and left the office. Only after the door closed behind her did she realize her back was already soaked through.