Ding Huiqing didn’t even have time to react before her face was magnified several times before his eyes.
A gust of wind swept through, lifting the hems of everyone’s robes.
In less than ten seconds, they saw Amalia, who had just charged forward, return to her original position.
The chilly wind sent shivers through everyone, snapping them out of their stupor.
After a moment, someone finally spoke up.
"Did Ding Huiqing and his group lose?"
"The speed of their defeat was too fast."
"When did Ding Huiqing and his friends become so weak? They couldn’t even withstand a single move?"
"From what I observed, the opponent’s speed was too fast for their eyes to follow. It’s not that they’re too weak, but that the opponent is too strong. This was clearly a fight between an experienced combatant and inexperienced novices."
"Ha, so what if there are more of them? So what if their cultivation level is slightly higher? The reality is far worse than we imagined."
The crowd was shocked and started whispering to each other.
They hadn’t expected such a swift defeat and suddenly understood why Senior Brother Chang hadn’t intervened.
Ding Huiqing felt like he was about to vomit bile.
His vision went black, and his ears buzzed.
After a while, the ringing in his ears subsided, replaced by the sound of the crowd’s discussions and laughter.
Realizing he had been defeated in a single move, his face turned red with embarrassment.
He wished the ringing had continued.
"Brother Huiqing..." Vincent Tan’s voice came out, filled with concern.
Ding Huiqing turned around, his face ashen, and was startled by Vincent Tan’s appearance, "What happened to your eyes?"
"She hit me," Vincent Tan said, nearly in tears, with two heavy black eyes, "Why didn’t you get hurt at all, but she hit my eyes?"
Ding Huiqing’s face twitched, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Not hurt at all?
He didn’t need to look to know that his stomach was probably bruised all over.
"Brother Huiqing, did we make a fool of ourselves?" Vincent Tan asked again.
Ding Huiqing regretted bringing him along.
Every word was like a stab to his heart.
"Do you really want me to beat you up?"
Sensing that Brother Huiqing was truly angry, Vincent Tan immediately fell silent like a quail, "Brother Huiqing, don’t be mad. I won’t say anything more."
Ding Huiqing thought that one day, he would be angry to death by this kid.
"I was wondering why I couldn’t find you. It turns out you were playing around here," a deep and seductive voice suddenly sounded from behind them.
Ding Huiqing and his three companions instantly stiffened, the surrounding area was filled with a thick murderous aura.
With a thud, Vincent Tan embarrassingly fell to the ground.
"When did you come out of seclusion?" Amalia raised an eyebrow as she looked at the newcomer.
"A bit earlier than you. Why didn’t you respond to me?" Kenny Lin who is dressed in snow-white robes, looked like an immortal.
His handsome and flawless face left the disciples, who had never seen such beauty, in awe.
Another incredibly good-looking person, and yet they didn’t recognize him.
Amalia took out a communication jade slip, which was indeed glowing, "I didn’t notice it."
"Did these people give you trouble?" Kenny Lin glanced expressionlessly at Ding Huiqing and his three companions.
The four of them nearly collapsed from fear.
"Junior Master Uncle, it was unintentional on their part. Junior Sister Amalia has already taught them a lesson," Renshu Chang quickly explained.
This Junior Master Uncle was not as easygoing as Amalia.
The moment he spoke, it was as if a bomb had gone off, leaving everyone’s ears ringing.
This youth, who seemed like an untouchable immortal, was actually the legendary Junior Master Uncle, a disciple of Master Lian!!
"Huiqing, we really hit a wall this time," Vincent Tan cried.
He thought of the miserable fate awaiting him once his father learned he’d offended the Junior Master Uncle, and he wept.
Ding Huiqing’s face turned pale.
Although Amalia wasn’t the Junior Master Uncle, he felt a little bit relieved, but this cheap Junior Master Uncle’s familiar tone indicated that their relationship was not ordinary.
He calculated in his mind the likelihood of this person standing up for Amalia, and the odds seemed overwhelmingly high.
By offending Amalia, they seemed to have already offended this cheap Junior Master Uncle.
What to do?
Should he really apologize to Amalia in front of everyone?
How would he continue to survive in the Green Lotus Sect after that?
"Huiqing, maybe we should just let it go," one of the other two companions suggested, feeling a little bit deflated.
"Just let it go? Where’s my pride?" Ding Huiqing struggled to say.
"That’s still better than letting the elders find out," the others advised.
Ding Huiqing thought for a moment but ultimately refused.
He’d rather be dragged by his elders to apologize later than lose face publicly.
"Then good luck to you."
The two companions, not wanting to stay, quickly slipped into the crowd while everyone’s attention was on the Junior Master Uncle.
"Why aren’t you leaving?" Ding Huiqing noticed that Vincent Tan was still standing there.
Vincent Tan said, "I’m not leaving. I’m staying to lose face with you."
Ding Huiqing rolled his eyes.
He thought Vincent Tan was crazy, but he felt a bit touched by his loyalty.
However, he really didn’t want to be with him right now.
This guy had a way of speaking that could seem well-meaning yet left him feeling choked.
"Let’s go. I still need to find the Sect Leader to collect my reward," Amalia found them quite amusing.
Since she had already taught them a lesson, it was even.
Kenny Lin raised an eyebrow, "For her sake, I’ll let you off this time."
Ding Huiqing’s face stiffened.
Despite the casual tone, he couldn’t help but feel like he was facing a stern elder.
"Thank you, Junior Master Uncle, you’re so kind," Vincent Tan said with tears streaming down his face in gratitude.