As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, the arena fell silent, save for the heavy breaths of the combatants. Elder Liang lay sprawled on the ground, defeated, while Patriarch Jicheng, though gravely injured, stood tall, his victory apparent to all who watched.
Wang Jian, observing from the stands, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the outcome. He knew that his intervention had turned the tide of the battle, securing victory for Patriarch Jicheng and thwarting Elder Liang's rebellion.
Sending a subtle spiritual message to Patriarch Jicheng, Wang Jian couldn't resist a playful tone. "Looks like you owe me one for saving your skin back there," he joked, knowing full well the truth of his words.
Patriarch Jicheng, acknowledging Wang Jian's contribution, nodded in silent agreement. He understood the debt he owed to the talented young cultivator and made a mental note to repay it in due time.
