While the many Inner Sect disciples were busy exchanging spirit stones,
Chen Changqing smiled faintly, tapped the ground lightly with his foot, and flew down from the Top 100 Battle Arena.
At this moment, Zhou Tianhai was still standing there in a daze.
The wooden look on his face showed that he had yet to recover from the fact that Chen Changqing had defeated him with a single punch.
Chen Changqing glanced at Zhou Tianhai, clasped his hands in salute, and said:
"Senior Brother Zhou, you let me win!"
Only then did Zhou Tianhai come back to his senses. He hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, rose to return the salute, and said:
"Junior Brother Chen, you won!"
Though he said so aloud, Zhou Tianhai's heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness.
He still found it somewhat hard to accept that he had actually lost to Chen Changqing.
Chen Changqing did not mind. After signaling Zhou Tianhai with a smile, he strode toward Wang Yang.
Seeing this, the surrounding Inner Sect disciples all moved aside to make way for Chen Changqing.
Within Mount Shu's Inner Sect, this had always been a place where strength did the talking.
The stronger one was, the more naturally one earned the respect of others.
At this time, Wang Yang had already collected the spirit stones he had won from the disciple running the betting stall.
When he saw Chen Changqing approach, his face flushed red with excitement, yet for a moment, he did not know what to say.
Chen Changqing smiled slightly and said:
"Senior Brother Wang, let's head back!"
After saying this, Chen Changqing did not wait for Wang Yang's response and simply turned to leave.
Seeing this, Wang Yang took a deep breath and hurried after Chen Changqing.