Ye Liuyun was curled up in a ball, trembling constantly. His face, pale and bloodless, was a mask of terror.
"What happened here?"
This was the state he was in when Elder Qi and the others from the Martial World found him.
Inside the cave.
Fu Huanlian started a campfire and sat beside Ye Liuyun, gently patting his shoulder. Her expression was a canvas of shifting emotions.
"He lost?"
"Yes, he lost."
Fu Huanlian nodded.
"It's alright," Elder Qi said, trying to console him.
"As the saying goes, where there's life, there's hope. Hero Ye, you're still young. This was an honorable defeat against Dugu Wuwang. You'll still have chances in the future."
"No." Fu Huanlian sighed.
"Dugu Wuwang didn't win, either. The ultimate winner was the Third Prince, Zheng Hong—the future Emperor of the Zheng Kingdom."
Hmm?
Elder Qi's expression faltered.
