That evening, Kai Feng Master threw a grand banquet on the pretext of celebrating Du Youqian's victory.
Du Youqian just wanted to facepalm.
He was now quite comfortable lying to Kai Feng Master, so he complained directly, "Brother Kai Feng, don't you think I've been embarrassed enough? Everyone knows today's Magical Combat was a joke."
"That's not how it is, Junior Brother Sui," Kai Feng Master said with a grin. "The Demon Race are all bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. If it weren't truly afraid of you, why would it have run all over the place? If it was confident it could kill you, do you think it wouldn't have tried?"
Du Youqian fell into thought.
