"I lost."
Bai Zhan's lips curled bitterly.
He lowered his head and clasped his fists toward Ye Lin in salute.
He had not expected to lose so cleanly and decisively.
Nor had he expected the person before him to be so powerful that it surpassed all his imagination.
Though he had not been injured, a loss was a loss.
If he kept challenging Ye Lin now, he would truly have no brains.
"It's fine. It was only a spar; winning and losing do not matter."
"A spar naturally has winners and losers. Losing is normal, and winning is nothing to fuss over."
Ye Lin's expression remained calm as he gently offered Bai Zhan a few words of comfort.
"Thank you."
After taking a deep look at Ye Lin, Bai Zhan turned and left the Weapon Grave.
Since he had already lost, there was no need to remain here and make a spectacle of himself.
"Who exactly is this man? He's actually this powerful? I didn't even see how Senior Brother Bai Zhan lost. It was too fast—everything happened too fast."
"I didn't see it either. With my cultivation, I can't make out the details of those two exchanging blows."
"Impressive. Truly, terrifyingly impressive. If it were me, I'd probably be dead before I even had time to react."
"This Ye Lin is the personal disciple of the renowned Heavenly Blade Sage. His visit to our White Tiger Clan is probably just to go through the customary process."
"I see, so that's how it is. That's an old tradition."
"Terrifying indeed."
The White Tiger Clan disciples around them looked at Ye Lin with some apprehension, whispering among themselves.
Meanwhile, the original group of six had gathered around Bai Zhan, questioning him.
"No need to ask. He's strong—terrifyingly strong."
"Before him, I