Chu Mo looked at Qi Bo somewhat speechlessly, "Surrender?"
"Yes, I can't defeat you, so I surrender," Qi Bo said calmly, "I admit I underestimated you before, severely underestimated your combat power. You not only possess strength comparable to that of a young lord, but you have even completely surpassed the young lords' level! I believe that among those in the same realm, no young lord would be your match. From today onwards, I, Qi Bo, will also step down from the ranks of the young lords. I'm not worthy!"
"Lady!" the woman targeted by Yue Qingcheng cried with tears streaming down her face, "Don't give up your beliefs for us."
"I haven't given up my beliefs," Qi Bo said somewhat dejectedly, "but I can no longer allow you to be hurt. The death of Leng Nan... has already filled me with guilt. I wanted to avenge him, but I couldn't—inferior skills admit defeat. I cannot watch any more of you get hurt."
