"Alright then, brother Yun Hao, it's time to admit defeat and step down," Fang Youan loudly proposed.
Continuing the fight would only result in being worn out.
The disciples of Changchun Valley are best known for their enduring fighting style, once given an opportunity, they can wear you down to the end of time.
Fighting further would be meaningless.
Jiang Yunhao reluctantly stepped down, clearly unhappy. He sheathed his sword and said with a face full of shame, "I admit defeat. My senior brother is truly impressive."
As he conceded, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Indeed, the Purple Abode Academic Palace was full of hidden talents, incomparable to his small Guard City.
"You're too kind," Wang Shouzhe responded with a grin, "I'm merely a few years older than Brother Yun Hao. When you reach my age, you may not be inferior to me."
He was a mature adult.
