"Father, I have brought shame upon you." Ying Tianxing, having changed his clothes, stood beside Ying Xi, his face full of shame.
"My face cannot be lost by you; what you have lost is only your own face," responded Ying Xi with a shake of his head, harboring no angry expression. Although many perceptive individuals could tell that Tianxing had only suffered minor injuries, the majority of those present were outstanding disciples from various sects of the Immortal Dynasty gathered for the competition.
Among them, some could discern the truth, but most had only seen the sight of Ying Tianxing leaving in an embarrassing state. Ying Xi felt helpless about this; he couldn't possibly take to the field with a bunch of Shadow Guards and explain to everyone that his son wasn't as badly injured as it seemed, and that Liang Yi had only inflicted minor wounds on him.
