In the field, two fine horses galloped, having left the vicinity of West Mang Mountain for a while. Dou Gong was still somewhat gloomy and silent.
Glancing at him and knowing his heart was burdened, Xiang Zhiwen, as his superior, still needed to offer guidance,
"What, are you dissatisfied with my decision?"
Dou Gong, after all, was an elder from Yinling, and it was inappropriate to throw a fit in front of a newly arrived junior, but now that they had left, he had no such concerns,
"Brother, you promised to decide by the number of Soul Ghosts slain. As a superior, isn't it improper to break your word?
Xiang Zhiwen glared at him, "I broke my word, so what?"
Seeing him act shamelessly, Dou Gong really had no answer, "..."
