The disciples of Thunderlight Hall didn't celebrate, as they were on excellent terms with Lingyin Hall. During their days of cultivation, Hu Jing and the others had received considerable help from Mingren and his group. The scene that unfolded was one of Thunderlight Hall disciples comforting those from Lingyin Hall.
Surprisingly, Thunderbolt didn't taunt Wu Fatian. Instead, he stroked his beard, nodding with a smile. This was the true spirit of the tournament. Competition wasn't meant to create enemies, but to make everyone stronger.
Wu Fatian gave a wry smile. "Old Lei, I've spent my whole life refusing to admit you're better than me, but there's one thing I truly can't match: you're luckier than I am."
Thunderbolt was pleased by the first half of the statement, but the second half made him want to start blowing his beard and glaring. However, one look at the disciples below made him smile instead. "Today, I won't lower myself to argue with you."
