Defeat isn't so terrible. What's terrible is being humiliated by your opponent after losing.
Now that he had earned Yang Jing's acknowledgment, he had managed to save some face.
He gave Yang Jing a solemn nod, said nothing more, and turned. He walked down the Cyan Qilin Platform one step at a time. His figure looked somewhat desolate from behind, yet his back remained ramrod straight.
The Main Peak Steward looked at Yang Jing, his expression softening slightly. He spoke, "Yang Jing, you have one incense stick's worth of time to rest. Afterward, you will face Zhou Tong from Zhenyue Peak, who is ranked fifth. The winner will claim fourth place in this Cyan Qilin Battle, and then the top four will be officially decided."
Yang Jing nodded slightly and replied respectfully, "I understand."
