The air condensed into frost, and a giant Ice Sparrow flapped its wings with a high-pitched cry, instantly tearing apart a Fire Lion in front of it.
The woman with a face as cold as frost rested the tip of her long spear half an inch from the forehead of the person in front of her, a hint of blood light seeping out.
Xiao Changhe's expression was complex, then he uttered three words.
"I lost."
"Thank you for letting me win." The woman twirled the long spear in her hand, then held it behind her with one arm, as the frost at her feet dissipated instantly.
Xiao Changhe watched the woman's departing silhouette with a somber expression. He had indeed considered that he might lose, but he hadn't expected to lose so quickly.
Many First Forging Grandmasters in his clan were no match for him, Xiao Changhe, and he could even spar with the clan's Second Forging Grandmasters.
Yet in front of Ye Wanqing, he couldn't last beyond five rounds.
