On the distant stone pillar, Qinghe rose to his feet, then clasped his hands. "I lost. I whole-heartedly acknowledge my defeat."
Ji Ning rose as well, also clasping his hands, and then he swept the entire palace with his gaze, looking towards each of his fellow disciples. In a clear voice, he said, "Are there any other fellow disciples who wish to exchange pointers with me?"
His voice echoed within the entire palace.
"Alas." Qinghe shook his head, then leapt three hundred meters and landed next to the white-haired elder. He took out two jade bottles, then placed them in front of the elder. This was the wager he had lost. Turning his head, he left.
For a period of time, the Dao Debate Palace was silent. Nobody took up the challenge.
"Even junior apprentice-brother Qinghe lost."
