"Go on, what exactly are your conditions..."
Duan Tianya's face was dark enough to drip water.
This was the most humiliating moment of his life as he saw it.
For thousands of years.
When had he ever bowed his head to anyone?
When had he ever admitted defeat?
When had he ever compromised?
And now, facing someone like Xiao Yi, whom he had never taken seriously and could have crushed like an ant, he had to bow and compromise—this was simply a massive humiliation for him!
But as the Master of the Changsheng Sect said, if they continued to fight, it was likely they would both perish and come to a mutual end.
At least for now, he didn't have that resolve.
"Mr. Duan, as long as the green hills remain, there will be wood to burn. We have plenty of opportunities to take revenge and avenge this dishonor!" The Master of the Changsheng Sect transmitted his voice in earnest, trying to comfort Duan Tianya.
