Long Tianyi was unwilling to accept his loss to Lin Feng, especially since he still had the strength to fight. He almost wished Lin Feng had injured him more seriously; at least then he wouldn't feel so awkward facing Chen Ming.
"Hall Master, I…" Long Tianyi approached Chen Ming, his expression troubled, clearly hesitant to speak.
Chen Ming glanced at Long Tianyi, who was still bleeding. A flicker of surprise crossed his face before it softened into a remarkably affable expression.
"Tianyi, don't blame yourself too much," Chen Ming began, offering some perfunctory praise. "I saw the fight. You performed very well and didn't lose your imposing manner…" He then lowered his voice. "Is that Lin Feng injured?"
