A mathematics master, defeated by an unknown child, and as a result losing Xinzhou—if this were true, Yan Buxi truly would have no face to continue living.
For someone like him, reputation mattered more than life itself.
Speaking with passion, his aged eyes brimming with tears, he refused to concede defeat.
"There are mountains beyond mountains, towers beyond towers, among the strong there is always someone stronger. Mr. Yan, you agreed to the wager; you should accept the loss." Feng Yun suddenly stepped out from the crowd.
She was wearing a thick fox fur wind-gown, her delicate face framed by the fur collar, looking clear and elegant yet with a pale complexion. With a casual smile, a sharpness leapt from her eyes that made her whole presence seem crisp and formidable.
"How about Mr. Yan competes with me in public?"
