"We have things to do, how about you..."
Mo Shangjun spoke with a smile, giving him an easy way out.
Just standing there, Ya Tianxing was an undeniable blow to Sun Xiang.
Sun Xiang insisted on clashing with Ya Tianxing, determined to keep ramming into him no matter how many bruises he earned, as though he wouldn't stop until he completely crushed himself. But Sun Xiang's insistence on comparing himself was something they didn't have time to entertain.
With him already feeling this defeated, it was probably enough.
Mo Shangjun was kind-hearted.
"I'll be off then."
With his face turning dark, Sun Xiang threw these words out and turned to leave in a hurry.
As soon as he stepped away from the pavilion, beads of sweat began to roll down his temples. He raised his hand to wipe it and, only then, belatedly realized that he had been sweating cold the entire time without noticing.
The chill made him not even perceive how stifling the weather truly was.
