Xiang Mang came back, wounded and downhearted. Ye Futian said to him with a smile, "Your opponent is from the holy land of the Divine Prefecture. He is carefully selected to come to challenge us. It's only normal for you to lose. The disciples of the Heavenly Mandate Cottage in the Heavenly Mandate Academy have to go through hardships and tribulations in order to take steps forward."
Xiang Mang heard Ye Futian and raised his head, replied, "I understand. I'm just upset at myself for embarrassing the Academy."
"It's not that big of a deal. Don't think too much of it," Ye Futian patted Xiang Mang on his shoulder and said.
Xiang Mang returned to the team. The cultivator from the Holy Land of Taichu was still standing in the void. His clothes flapped in the wind swirling around his body.
