"You..."
Cui Yang was furious again, with a tinge of fear rising in his heart.
If the charges were established, his future would be completely ruined. Additionally, he would have few friends or confidantes within the sect.
After much consideration, he dared not gamble and thus he apologized and admitted defeat to Lin Yifan.
"Junior Brother Liu, I'm sorry. Earlier, I was shameless and violated the agreement of the duel. I admit defeat in this match."
Lin Yifan's lips curled slightly, his red lips full of disdain: "Trash!"
Cui Yang's face immediately twisted into an unrecognizable grimace.
He had restrained himself and given Liu Jiping face, but unexpectedly, the other party did not appreciate it and instead insulted him. It was truly unforgivable.
Lin Yifan still wore a smile, but his eyes reflected only murderous intent—endless murderous intent.
