"Brother Yang..." Zhao Yunyan softly spoke, "I know Wu Liang is not your match..."
"He's indeed not." Yang Guan released his hands, chuckled to himself, "But my reputation as the host has been tarnished."
"I believe in Brother Yang..."
"No matter." Yang Guan waved his hand, then took two steps forward and cupped his hands towards the compartment where Lu Jin'an and Mu Qingyue were, loudly expressing his gratitude, interrupting the noisy chatter, and presiding over the continuation of the Immortal Tea Gathering.
Soon, someone else stepped up to spar again; after all, the Immortal Tea Gathering is an opportunity for the cultivators in the Tongsheng Realm present to make a name for themselves.
Concerning one's own ranking in the Tongsheng Realm, the discussions about Mu Qingyue gradually shifted to exchanges of strength.
Yang Guan looked up at the sky above the canyon, a hint of gloom flashing in his heart.
What a pity...
