Upon hearing the old man's words, Lin Tian understood what they meant. They were afraid of losing face if word got out.
Lin Tian didn't have a habit of showing off regarding this matter, so he clasped his hands and said, "Elder, don't worry. We're just having a private duel. However, do we still want to continue this duel?"
Mentioning the duel, everyone finally recalled Zhang Zhicheng, who was the main event. He was half-kneeling at the edge of the plaza, his head lowered, his expression unseen. The pose was indeed striking, but his clothes were tattered, making him look terribly battered.
"Zhang Zhicheng lost, didn't he?" a disciple whispered.
"I don't think it's that simple. He's not at the center of the explosion, so he shouldn't be hurt. The main thing is, he definitely has something from the Great Elder to save his life," another disciple quietly retorted.
While everyone was in heated discussion, the Great Elder remained indifferent, not worried about Zhang Zhicheng at all.
