One could not simply expend energy in a sparring match for nothing. Chen Yi set down his wine cup, looking at Shui Hetong with a half-smile. "Brother Shui is so exceptionally heroic; surely, you must be a man of your word."
Three favors... Shui Hetong shook his head inwardly. In this sparring match, he had truly suffered a double loss. Not only had he gained absolutely nothing—failing to advance even an inch in his Martial Arts—but he had also taken a severe blow to his confidence. Anyone would feel a bit demoralized seeing such an insurmountable mountain blocking their path. On top of that, he now owed Chen Yi three favors. It was a complete and utter loss.
But a loss was a loss. Shui Hetong still nodded magnanimously on the surface, smiling as he said, "I originally thought my master's talent was peerless, reaching the peak of the mortal realm by attaining the Extreme Realm in two Daos.
