A reprimanding voice came, and a grey-robed elder appeared, walking toward them with a somewhat unpleasant expression on his face.
"Third Elder."
Upon seeing the arrival of the grey-robed elder, Xia Yuwen, who had been furiously angry, quieted down and immediately bowed his hands in salute.
"Just now in the sparring, you knew you had lost, yet you still refused to concede, behaving as if you can't stand to lose. Is this befitting of someone from the Royal Family?" The Third Elder said sternly.
"Yes."
Xia Yuwen nodded. If it had been someone else, he would have impatiently retorted by now, but standing before him was the Third Elder, essentially his great-uncle, so naturally he dared not talk back.
"Let's go."
Knowing he wouldn't be able to teach Ye Xuan a lesson today and that he was no match for Ye Xuan anyway, it was fortunate that the Third Elder arrived to give him an excuse to step down.
Though it was a blow to his pride, it was an unavoidable situation.