"In that case, let's stop here."
Yi Beidou nodded upon hearing this, not pressing the issue.
He had come to experience the mysteries of Spirit Painting, and their recent exchange had already given him an understanding of his opponent's Taoist Skill. There was truly no need to determine a winner and a loser.
"Well then, I'll be taking my leave."
Yi Beidou spoke, and without lingering, turned and walked toward the stairs, leaving the second floor.
Huang Tianhu watched Yi Beidou's figure disappear before slowly retracting his gaze.
CRUMBLE! CRUMBLE!
Just then, more plaster fell from the walls. Huang Tianhu looked down at the wrecked floor, then at the cracked walls around him. He noted the paintings, slightly warped by the structural damage, and couldn't help but sigh.
'I'll have to find a sturdier place next time.'
