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"I've lost, that is all, and I am eager to know what sort of trouble my disciple has caused to merit your desperate efforts. Can you tell me?" Park Zefeng sighed inwardly. Today, he tasted the most bitter defeat in his history. Despite ten thousand instances of disbelief, defeat was defeat, and as a loser, he found no pride in it.
Yet upon reflection, he felt a surge of unwillingness. Zhu Tao had already mentioned during their first encounter that his disciple was the cause of trouble, but he hadn't paid much attention. Now, he truly wanted to understand what kind of disaster his disciple, Cui Jinhao, had stirred up to warrant such a deathmatch with Zhu Tao. What on Earth was going on?
