Sunset dusk.
Yang Linglong and Qiuyuan Hongmei finally descended from the pillar on Nanshan.
"A bet is a bet, I lost today's challenge, and I will post a concession notice on the internet."
As Qiuyuan Hongmei spoke, she tore off her armband.
And handed it to Yang Linglong.
This was her token of faith, and it also served as evidence of her defeat.
To this, Yang Linglong did not refuse but stretched out her hand to receive the armband.
"Alright, if you win next time, I'll give it back to you then."
"No problem, just make sure to take good care of it. I'll win it back soon. At that time, you won't need to show up in person; your mask will suffice."
Qiuyuan Hongmei's smile was filled with genuine happiness.
Clearly, for her, this loss was an unexpected blessing.
Not only did she retrieve her life, but she also gained a friendship she'd never experienced before.
At this moment, she was no longer the lofty Saintess.
Just an ordinary girl.
