"Hahaha, Junior Brother Ji, it seems like you took quite a loss!" Amidst a long laugh, a young man in a black robe appeared in the arena, his hair a wild mess. If he had a mourning staff, he would look just like a filial son mourning for his parents.
"Tan Xu, are you gloating?" Ji Xuanlin, extremely angry, strangely calmed down, but his clenched fists betrayed his heart was not as calm as his demeanor suggested.
"Useless waste, even the Treasure Artifact bestowed by the sect got destroyed. No wonder they don't let you go out to train. A waste like you would only tarnish the reputation of our Taixu Sect!" The young man in the black robe, known as Tan Xu, said disdainfully.
"You—" Ji Xuanlin pointed angrily, his face full of anger, but he quickly calmed down and said, "Fine, then you go ahead!"
