Cheng Qingling looked at the sweeping blade technique filling the sky, yet she felt a sense of loss in her heart. Although as a member of the Lu Ling Mansion, she very much hoped that Cheng Yidao would win.
However, the victory in her eyes should not look like this.
Moreover, in her eyes, Cheng Yidao should not be a person who can't afford to lose. Although Cheng Yidao taught Zheng Ming a lesson, he managed to make his defeat appear to be washed away.
But, can it really be washed away?
"Yidao, this kid, is a bit unable to accept losing, which isn't good," said Grandma Cheng with a hint of a sigh in her voice.
Cheng Qingling didn't know how to respond to that remark, and at this moment, her gaze fell on the young boy who still hadn't moved.
