"Stand down!"
Although he heard the Moral Heavenly Venerable's surrender, Jiang Lu felt it wasn't enough.
This old geezer still cared about face-saving; otherwise, he should've been shouting, "Withdraw your Divine Skills!"
This showed there was still room for resistance.
"Surrender? Do you think this is child's play?" Jiang Lu emerged again to scoff, "If I lost, would you simply stand down? I remember clearly that you wouldn't agree to restart just a moment ago!"
After speaking, he darted back in, like that fantastical Fangtang mirror.
Watching the Pill Furnace shake incessantly, not sure if it was an illusion, but it seemed like the furnace mouth was tightening, the Moral Heavenly Venerable couldn't care less about his dignity.
Could a moment of face-saving possibly be more important than a lifetime's reputation?
After all, the Dharma Form was something that would stay with oneself for life.
