The Flowing Gold Guest looked at Ning Zhuo, and a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "I am now staying here with you, eating your food, living under your roof, and being sheltered by your Nanming Village, so by rights, I shouldn't be saying these demoralizing words."
He paused: "You've defeated me three times, but although I, the Flowing Gold Guest, have fallen on hard times, I am not petty enough to watch someone who bested me walk into a dead end and still clap in approval."
A hint of self-mockery appeared in his eyes, "I initially joined you because I thought you, kid, were shrewd and ruthless, capable of surviving for long in a place like the Myriad Images Sect. Now, it seems my judgment may not be as accurate as I thought."
