Only then did they realize that the gulf between Jiang Yanyun and themselves was an uncrossable abyss.
After Jiang Yanyun left, a cynical smile reappeared on Jiang Yiran's face. He walked over to Jiang Yisheng and patted his shoulder.
"Boy, you have guts. I respect you as a man. You've lost, so according to the rules, you have to hand over your month's allowance."
The disciples in Taiyuan Valley were not allowed to fight. However, these hot-blooded youths could not restrain themselves, so they privately made a rule that they would call their fighting sparring so that the Elders would not scold them. The loser would have to hand over a month's allowance.
The moment Jiang Yiran spoke, the faces of the crowd of youths turned ugly.
Jiang Yisheng had represented all of them in the fight. Now that they had lost, they would all have to pay up.
