In the end, Lin Fan still proved to be the superior.
He successfully made Han Li believe that he hadn't held back, truly making him think he had been subdued with absolute strength.
At this moment, Han Li's head was buzzing incessantly. Lin Fan's move had left him dizzy. Although he had prepared himself for defeat, when it actually fell upon him—
He found it hard to endure.
The taste of failure was not pleasant.
Yet now—
He knew that, as the senior brother of Yin Immortal Mountain, he could not allow himself to sink into despair. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he cupped his hands and said, "Many thanks for your instruction, Daoist Lin."
"You honor me." Lin Fan cupped his hands in return.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Mao Zhenjun applauded and said, "Splendid, truly splendid. Now, have you all realized that there are always people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens?"
"Your disciple understands." Han Li cupped his hands towards Mao Zhenjun.
