Even though she didn't know why Zhang Yunhuang, who was exerting a great deal of pressure on her, suddenly fell silent.
But it's not a big issue.
The victor is king!
If Xi Xi wins, then she has won!
The winner embodies the kingly way!
Xi Xi put her hands on her hips, puffing out her little belly, feeling extremely proud.
Zhang Yunhuang was fed an elixir by the Purple-clothed Monk temple, and the flesh on his chest began to grow new skin, slowly recovering.
Zhang Yunhuang gave Xi Xi a deep look, then turned and walked down the White Jade Square, returning to the main banquet area of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect.
"Sect Master, I lost. It was the disciple's poor performance that disappointed you."
Zhang Yunhuang said somewhat sorrowfully in front of Zhang Wuji.
"It's not your fault; it's the Temple God you've raised..."
Zhang Wuji's expression was calm.
