Lin Dong, hearing the words of the elder monk, couldn't help but ask, "Senior, isn't it necessary to defeat you to be considered successful in passing the challenge?"
The elder monk gave him a rolling eye and said, "Don't you count this as defeating me?"
"Do you want to see me lying motionless on the ground? At my old age, I cannot bear such treatment."
He was self-aware and knew that Lin Dong had held back just now.
Continuing the fight would not make the elder monk a match for Lin Dong.
So, he simply conceded defeat.
After hearing the elder monk's words, Lin Dong cupped his hands and said, "Then thank you, senior, for yielding."
The elder monk rolled his eyes at him again, "I don't like this, what do you mean by yielding? If you are defeated, you are defeated; where does yielding come into it?"
"Haha…" Lin Dong laughed heartily, thinking to himself that this old monk indeed had a straightforward temper.