Stung by Su Xin's words, Wen Qinghe's eyes turned red, and he clenched his fists, wanting to say something, but in the end, could only hang his head in dejection.
What Su Xin said was right, he really was weak.
The Wen Family and the Xunfeng Sword Sect were nearby to each other, so from a young age, people compared him with Wu Qingyun. Yet, he was always inferior to Wu Qingyun, and it was no different now.
Especially after today's battle, his confidence had essentially been shattered by Wu Qingyun's single sword strike, rendering him unable to muster the courage to challenge Wu Qingyun again. All he could do was vent his frustrations here.
Seeing Wen Qinghe's state, Su Xin smiled lightly, "Did I hit the bullseye? Admitting your own cowardice? If that's the case, you might as well stop using your fist against this stone wall and use your head instead."
