Leaving the training grounds, Jiang Chen returned to the reception hall to wait for the Third Prince.
Da Pao looked utterly dejected. However, he was a man who knew when to yield and didn't hold a grudge. He just wasn't ready to admit defeat.
"Give me one more month, and I'll defeat you for sure."
Da Pao declared, though his face was pale, he was panting for breath, and his chest even felt a little tight.
But his words showed no sign of weakness.
"In a month, you'll still be losing to me."
Jiang Chen retorted just as sharply, giving Da Pao no quarter.
"The Third Prince has arrived."
Just then, a voice called out from outside.
The Third Prince had arrived.
Jiang Chen and Da Pao both rose to their feet.
Soon, a fair-skinned young man in a purple brocade robe walked in.
A burly, armored man followed close behind him.
It was none other than the Third Prince.
Upon seeing the Third Prince, Da Pao immediately bowed. "Greetings, Third Prince."
