These were the limitations of a small frontier nation.
Even its supposedly most outstanding young genius cultivators amounted to no more than this.
After all these matches, almost no one besides Li Yi had managed to interest him.
Yet that Li Yi had conceded early, for reasons unknown.
Shi Yunhao had not particularly intended to provoke anyone. He spoke those two sentences very quietly, as though talking to himself.
Yet Jiang Ming and the few cultivators standing nearby felt anger rising when they heard him.
This man truly was an arrogant wretch...
But their skills fell short of his, leaving them seething in frustration.
Jiang Ming frowned, instinctively wanting to say something, but ultimately held his tongue. He merely cupped his fists and left the Sword Discussion Platform.
The previously lively atmosphere at the night banquet cooled somewhat.
At this point, the sisters Nangong Wang and Nangong Shu obtained their parents' permission, left the seats of honor, and came over to Li Yi.
"Brother Li, are you all right?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. That fellow Daoist Shi Yunhao is extraordinarily capable, but he knows how to measure his blows."
Li Yi shifted his gaze from Nangong Wang to the man in the arena, speaking quite freely about his own concession.
He enjoyed tempering his physique and even practicing mortal martial arts, but that did not mean he was brainless.
Naturally, Li Yi knew something of the Nangong Aristocratic Clan's ultimate objective.
Unfortunately, he had no interest in romance for the time being. Fellow Daoist Nangong Wang was beautiful and a very good person, but they were not suited to one another.
If things continued like this, he might very well become caught in some inexplicable whirlpool.
Li Yi was not afraid of matters that could be resolved through force, but