“Ha ha ha! That was quite the battle. Your son is an amusing man,” Zhe Dāozhe slapped his knee several times in good humor.
“I should have chosen someone else for the tournament,” Huǒ Huangdi said with a sigh, pressing a hand to his face. “Huǒ Nan is a powerful cultivator, which is why I selected him, but he is far too lazy. Dammit. If he just spent more time cultivating and less time lazing around, he would be one of the most powerful members of my clan.”
“It is true that he has talent,” Zhou Xie’e said thoughtfully. “I actually think forfeiting was the right call here. It became clear to me that your son wouldn’t win against Jian Wu. I think he reqalized that as well and forfeit before he was made a fool of.”
“It does take intelligence to know when to give up,” Shui Meili added. Then she smiled wryly. “However, I think in this case, he just didn’t want to fight anymore.”