The Four Young Masters were all men of standing. Naturally, they would not go back on a wager made in full view of everyone. Even if they wanted to, the lineages behind them and the Drifting Flower Pavilion could not afford to lose that much face.
As soon as Huo Hai stepped down from the arena, Fang Biya came up to him. "Hai, you weren't hurt, were you?" Out of habit, she began checking him all over. Perhaps because of the people around them, she did not lift his clothes to look underneath.
Huo Hai's clothes were not damaged in the slightest, so naturally, he was uninjured as well. Only then did Fang Biya breathe a sigh of relief. The Four Young Masters, however, felt thoroughly aggrieved when they heard her words. This fellow, injured? How was that possible? Throughout the entire battle, they had not even touched the hem of Huo Hai's clothes. They were the ones who had been hurt.
But the Four Young Masters had no time to dwell on it. Their lineage elders had already arranged for people to help the four of them back. These four disgraceful fools would not be appearing in public again anytime soon.
What frustrated the elders most was that these fellows had embarrassed themselves without even probing the limits of Huo Hai's strength. Worse, because of the battle formation, they had nearly gotten their lineage elders punished. Although nothing had come of it in the end, they would not be greeted with any kind expressions.
"I knew it! My big brother is the best!" Without the slightest restraint, Yun'er threw herself at Huo Hai, wrapped her arms around his neck, and swung back and forth. Huo Hai looked helpless. Yun'er's figure had matured, but she was still young, and her