Teng Qingshan's expression was stiff. He knew that for Chu Lingguang to earn the title of a future Martial Arts Scholar, his strength couldn't be underestimated, but he never imagined he could lose to him.
He had come for two reasons: to make a name for himself, and to advance his Martial Arts.
But in the end, he had only served to bolster Chu Lingguang's reputation, and his own martial ambitions had taken a heavy blow.
Finally, he turned to Guo Wei, his face crestfallen. "Master Guo, you have taken on a fine disciple. I have lost."
"I was merely fortunate."
Chu Lingguang retracted his Long Spear and cupped his fist at Teng Qingshan.
"The future Martial Arts Scholar's reputation is well-deserved."
Teng Qingshan sighed.
By praising Chu Lingguang, he was indirectly praising himself; there was no shame in losing to a Martial Arts Scholar.
