A few people stared at Ling Xiao with unfriendly eyes.
Sure enough, Ling Xiao's expression changed. He jumped up, glared at Sang Youchong, and reprimanded him on the spot with displeasure: "Did you let my words go in one ear and out the other again? What did I tell you? Win against four people, and then pretend to lose on the fifth one and step down. You keep winning, always winning. How thick-skinned are you? Are you winning without shame while others lose face?"
Everyone: "..."
He advised earnestly, "The Pavilion Master taught us to always leave a way out for future meetings!"
Sang Youchong became even more bashful, not knowing where to place his hands and feet. Blushing red, he said, "I was wrong!"
Ling Xiao snorted, "It's good that you know you're wrong, finish one more match and step down."
Everyone: "..."
Does that mean he has to pretend to lose in this match?
Who would be the best to send up now?
Though they really want to win, they also care about saving face.
