He Saixue stood under the stage and gave Wang Xiaoqiang a fist salute, "Thank you, Senior Brother Wang, for showing mercy. Sai Xue will keep this in mind!"
On the stage.
Initially annoyed, Wang Xiaoqiang saw Hee Saixue concede and thank him, and the ire in his heart dissipated like smoke. Looking at her face as pure as driven snow, Wang Xiaoqiang thought to himself that this woman was indeed an ice-clever girl, knowing her cultivation base was shallow. She had taken out her most prized magic treasure as soon as she got on the stage, hoping to win this match by luck. Seeing she couldn't win, she promptly retreated in full, without injuring a muscle or moving a bone, and gave thanks in a gesture of goodwill, not to become an object of his resentment.
Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Wang Xiaoqiang leaped down from the arena, nodding graciously to Hee Saixue below, "Junior Sister Sai Xue, there's no need for formality!"
