For Duan Xiyang, to have such a low-level mistake appear in himself, he didn't even have the courage to explain.
So he dragged his spear and left, intending to make a sudden comeback.
But Xue Fuxiao didn't even chase him.
Making Duan Xiyang's planned comeback nothing more than a cowardly retreat.
This was an even bigger embarrassment, leaving him with no face to fight again.
He fled in a flash.
Leaving Xue Fuxiao laughing heartily at the top of the snowy mountain, almost unable to stand straight: "That guy slipped! Hahahaha... slipped!"
So he sent a message to Dongfang Sansan at the top of the snowy mountain: "I ran into Duan Xiyang in the Wan Ling Zhi Forest, fought for nine days! I won!"
Dongfang Sansan almost spit blood: "You've been fighting for nine days?"
"Yeah. I won!"
"Why didn't you tell me on the first day you met him?"
"What good would telling you do?" Xue Fuxiao was puzzled: "You're so far away!"
