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He found the disciples of the four sects incredibly boring.
Everyone seemed to have too much time on their hands. With this time, why not practice martial arts instead of coming here for the spectacle?
He never reflected on why his popularity was so poor.
Usually aloof but never thought himself proud.
"Brother Zhao, why not just let it go," a handsome young man said with a joyous smile, "There's no need to humiliate yourself."
Zhao Rongfei coldly replied, "If it were you, Brother Feng, would you flee without a fight?"
"Knowing you can't win but still insisting on fighting, I wouldn't do that," the handsome young man shook his head and said, "Isn't that just embarrassing your own sect?"
Zhao Rongfei said proudly, "Knowing it's impossible yet doing it, never giving up until the last moment, that's the way of our Golden Saber Sect, different from your Wuxiang Sect!"
"Hey!" the handsome young man was so angry that he gaped, "You sharp-tongued devil!"
