Yi Duyi was seething.
Losing to someone in a lower realm was humiliating enough, but to have it happen in front of the woman he admired, and now being forced to pay such a steep price, was unbearable.
Feng Fan noticed the fury in Yi Duyi's expression and added fuel to the fire. "Don't forget the thousand qi stones you owe for losing. Someone as noble as you wouldn't go back on your word in front of so many witnesses, right? Or are your words as worthless as your swordsmanship?"
Yi Duyi glanced around, seeing the crowd that had gathered, all eyes fixed on him with judgment and curiosity. His face turned crimson with shame as he took a sack of middle-grade qi stones from his space ring. Grudgingly, he tossed it at Feng Fan's feet.
"My word is worth far more than this measly sum," Yi Duyi said, trying to maintain a shred of dignity. Yet, internally, he felt as though a knife had been twisted in his pride.
