Good heavens, this is clearly not intended to save any face for Shanghuai Mountain.
All the observing disciples couldn't help but feel a touch of intimidation in their hearts.
If it were them in the same position, they probably wouldn't dare to do so.
Shanghuai Mountain was now so angry that he laughed instead.
However, before he could speak again, Nangong Jin, standing next to him, smiled and intervened:
"In a disciple's duel, it's inevitable to get injured and lose.
As long as there's no fatal harm, it doesn't matter much.
The reaction of Elder Shang is likely due to rallying his juniors.
This is human nature, and Nanhua, you should understand."
"I see."
Ji Haoyuan immediately put on a look of realization.
Then he cupped his hands toward Shanghuai Mountain, apologetically saying:
"In my duel with Senior Brother Shang Jie just now, I truly failed to strike with appropriate restraint. If there was any offense, I ask for Elder Shang's forgiveness."
