When Ji Yuan and the Dragon Daughter returned, the tense, needle-against-awl atmosphere from before was naturally gone. They rode the white cloud back to the Phoenix Tree together in easy harmony.
Before she even arrived, the Dragon Daughter spoke first.
"This Palace is far inferior to Uncle Ji. My skills fell short, and I have already conceded."
Although quite a few of those watching atop the Phoenix Tree already knew that the Dragon Daughter had conceded, she still solemnly announced this result once more, one that had held almost no suspense.
Ji Yuan did not offer any polite words such as "You let me win." When he and the Dragon Daughter landed on the Phoenix Tree, he simply gave a frank assessment.
"Ruoli's cultivation and methods truly surprised this person Ji. Given time, she will surely bloom with even more dazzling brilliance..."
The Old Dragon strode forward with a hearty laugh, stroking his beard as he smiled.
"Ruoli's performance has indeed gratified this old man. This is only the Dragon Transformation Banquet, yet she can already be said to have lost with honor. But you, Ji Yuan—weren't your blows a little too heavy?"
Ji Yuan smiled helplessly. The Old Dragon was doing nothing but making sarcastic remarks.
"If I held back and acted with my hands tied, Old Mister Ying, you would be the first to blame me. Besides, Ruoli would not have been pleased either."
As Ji Yuan said this, the Old Dragon laughed along with him. The Dragon Daughter covered her mouth and chuckled, while the Dragon Mother walked over to her and draped a brand-new red robe around her, concealing the damaged portions of her clothing.
"Mister Ji's marvelous arts truly opened our eyes!" "Indeed! To witness such a duel at this Dragon Transformation Banquet has made