Yuan Tiangang had a calm expression. A faint smile lifted his lips. The greatest weakness of Ming Siyuan and those people from the Great Desolate Lake was that they cared too much about face. If Zhao Jiutian was the one who lost today, he absolutely would not have allowed him to go. As for those words he said just now…what an idiot, since he had already won, it wasn’t a loss for him to drop a few condescending words and stimulate his opponent.

Yuan Tiangang folded his arms together, feeling as if everything was within his control. As long as he could grasp White Fengfeng, then he could find a way to breach the impasse between Cleansing Temple and the Great Desolate Lake. Of course, in this breakthrough, Cleansing Temple would have the advantage, and there was even a chance that the Great Desolate Lake would be thrust into a hopeless position!

Right now in Yuan Tiangang’s mind, hundreds of ideas were swimming around about how he could further humiliate the Great Desolate Lake. But before he could think of even better ideas, a voice suddenly resounded in his ears, breaking his train of thought. “I thank Revered Yuan for the high regards, but my strength is average and I fear I will taint Cleansing Temple’s reputation. So, I will have to refuse.”

Ming Siyuan was startled for a moment before he laughed out loud. “Good! I appreciate...