One zhang was about three meters, making thirty zhang almost a hundred meters.
At that very moment, Fang Yang did indeed turn and walk away.
Although the flock of cranes' morale soared at Fang Yang's retreat, the eagles, sensing their leader's fury, became even more terrifyingly enraged.
One step, then another, and another.
Fang Yang strode away, his retreating figure cutting a pathetic sight.
The crowd watched his retreating figure with mixed emotions.
"That's Fang Yang, a man with close ties to the Sen clan. He's even a third-rank military officer, a Commander's Order! The Dongfang Race is acting disgracefully."
"If you can't handle losing, don't play. This Guan River Festival is a joke. Ptooey!"
"..."
It wasn't just Second Uncle Fang who was furious; even their rivals, Dongfang Xuezhi and her group, looked ashamed.
Meanwhile, Dongfang Moran, who was facing Fang Yang directly, was utterly stunned.
Dongfang Moran's mouth fell open, a thousand words caught in his throat.
