Having searched around, the die-hard fan finally found Wulang standing behind Qin Hao, frozen like a statue.
"Mr. Wu Lang!"
Someone shouted.
Then, Wulang turned his head, his face filled with such despair and bitterness.
That look, without the need for words, clearly communicated one thing.
He lost, and the defeat was particularly devastating!
That's why he felt so hopeless!
"Mr. Wu Lang!"
A die-hard fan approached, holding Wulang's hand and said, "Mr. Wu Lang, you didn't lose this match!"
"Yeah! Your performance was equally outstanding! Everyone's about the same!"
"How could Mr. Wu Lang, being so amazing, possibly lose?"
Quickly, many die-hard fans gathered around, comforting Wulang and pronouncing the results.
Undoubtedly, this gesture displeased many bystanders.
"What nonsense! Clearly, he lost!"
"Exactly! Wulang's performance was only pleasant to hear! But this gentleman made each of us fall for his music! Can you really compare that?"
