“Jian Wu is pretty incredible, isn’t he?” asked Yu Qiang.
“Oh? You think so too?” Hou Jingshu asked.
The older man nodded. “His opponent was terrified of him, but he somehow managed to calm the man down enough to fight. He not only helped his opponent, but he allowed him to showcase all of his talents to the audience. Zhan Zhelan is a member of the Battling Fists Sect up north. They’re not well known, but with this display, I’m sure the sect will get a lot more business.”
“So they owe Jian Wu now.”
“They do.”
Wu Jian had just done the Battling Fists Sect an incredible favor by allowing their participant to showcase a wide range of talents--and he had done a great job. It was clear from how he fought that he was very well trained. Even though he had lost, Hou Jingshu was sure Zhan Zhelan would bring glory to his sect.
Hou Jingshu was thinking about the tournament so far when Wu Jian entered the waiting room again and made his way over to her and Yu Qiang.