"Zhi ya." the courtyard door opened.
Fan San Yuan and Fan Mo Zhu both looked inside the courtyard, only to see a green-armored and seemingly sluggish 'Fan Yi Qian' swaying out. A blank look still hung on his face. Following that, the door to the courtyard behind shut close.
"Why did you leave?" Fan San Yuan felt puzzled, "Did I not ask you to stay in his courtyard if he did not want to battle until he caves in?"
Fan Mo Zhu also added from the side: "If he forced you out, you could make use of that opportunity to fight against him."
"We fought." Fan Yi Qian looked ahead in a daze, muttering out.
"Fought?"
