"Master, why are you in there too?"
"Uh... wasn't your master here to find you?
Come on, let's go up!
Don't embarrass your master here!"
From the corner of Ao Yi's vision, Old Daoist Yuan Ze hurriedly drifted back into the sky with the two young women. He flew exceedingly fast, returned to the crowd, and acted as though nothing had happened...
Then Li Changshou flew into the air and saluted in this direction.
"Lesser Qiong Peak disciple Li Changshou pays respects to..."
That familiar voice slowly spread through the night sky. Ao Yi's legs trembled, and he staggered half a step forward.
He had lost...
Or rather, he had lost again.
When he had been ten, he had wanted to lose, yet this man had taken a step back and conceded before him. He had lost...
And today...
He held the Water Condensation Spirit Pearl his mother had given him, yet could not break these simple trapping formations;
He carried the Ice Glaze Sword bestowed by his master, yet could not cut through the confusion within this tiny patch of ground;
What face did he still have to raise his sword and seek this man out for another spar?
But how could he accept this willingly?
He had painstakingly devised a plan to make a name for himself, taking advantage of the Golden Ao Island Qi Refiners' fondness for debating the Dao everywhere to challenge one outstanding human after another...
Why, here, at the very beginning of his plan, had it already...
Ao Yi stood there, his eyes filled with bewilderment. He did not know whether he should follow his heart, offer Li Changshou a Daoist salute, say, "I am inferior to you," and then turn away;
Or continue according to his plan, cast aside all shame, and spar