In a supremely splendid courtyard,
the youth in the splendid robe had a gloomy expression, remaining silent.
"Guang Shu," a middle-aged beautiful woman entered, asking with concern, "Why did you send away the servants? What happened?"
The youth forced a smile, evidently reluctant to speak, but managed to reply, "I lost a match and felt disgraced. I didn't want to be seen."
He didn't specify where or to whom he had lost, yet the beautiful woman seemed to know about the Taixu Illusion Realm.
Upon hearing this, she tried to offer comfort, "Don't take a single victory or defeat to heart too much, everyone loses at times."
The youth in the splendid robe became even more annoyed, raising his voice, "Just because others have lost, my loss is justified, is that it?"
"That's not what mother means," the middle-aged woman explained, "Considering you've achieved such strength within a year of opening your meridians, you've worked hard already. Moreover, this is your first defeat."
