"This time, did the opponent propose a battle, and did we deliberately lose? No way, right? Each one selected is an outstanding person, right? Can someone with insufficient cultivation rely on connections to be on this battlefield? Impossible!"
"So, this is the real level of the younger generation. But, we lost!"
Yan Nan solemnly said: "Today you lost to these opponents, can you win back tomorrow? Not necessarily. You are progressing, but do you think others are idle? So in the future, when the Wei Wo Zheng Sect is passed into your hands, are you going to lose again?"
"When will the losing end? Do we still need us old fogies, who have fought for ten thousand years, to come out and fight for you? Where is your face!?"
Yan Nan stood with his hands behind his back, his voice shaking the mountains; "This battle, this defeat, will be recorded in the history of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect as... 'The Shame of Qipan Peak'!"
"Forever etched in the annals of history!"
