Su Qingyu sat in the side hall of his main hall, his face ashen. As for the people in front of him, their expressions were not too good either. No one spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard. After a long while, su Qingyu finally heaved a sigh of relief and said, " "We've lost this time."
His voice was not very loud, but everyone in the room heard it. Their faces turned even uglier, but su Qingyu did not care about their expressions. Instead, he said, " "We were too careless this time. We looked down on Zhao Hai too much. No one expected him to be so powerful, much less create such a giant. We didn't lose in vain."
