After a long silence, Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Fine, since you've conceded voluntarily, we from the Qigong Masters Association naturally won't make things difficult for you. You can go now!"
Despite his words making him seem nonchalant, his lungs were about to explode with anger.
They arranged the venue and invited a host of media to come.
Initially, they had planned to really put Zhang Xiaowei in his place and take the opportunity to promote the Qigong Masters Association.
But he never dreamed that all their efforts would end up benefiting Zhang Xiaowei for nothing.
The entire venue was filled with advertisements from Ziyan Hong Pharmaceutical Factory, and they actually let Zhang Xiaowei leave unscathed.
That was a bitterness no one could swallow.
Yet, with so many cameras around, he was helpless.
He could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger, grudgingly admitting defeat.
