Chapter 5193: Farewell Editor: Misty Cloud Translations Upon hearing this, Mei Zhubao shot her a surprised glance before shaking his head. "No, you’re too young." Though he’d lost to her Senior Brother, he certainly wouldn’t lose to her. Besides, how could a young man like him fight a girl not even ten years old? That would be downright unfair. "Hmm, having a young man spar with a little girl like you—even if he won, it wouldn’t be honorable." The Grand Emperor of the Mei family shook his head as well. "Yun Qi, why not fight Mei Zhubao’s younger sister? You’re about the same age—it’d be fairer." Feng Ye spoke up, glancing at the Mei family’s young girl with an inexplicable smile. Truthfully, he suspected that this Mei family girl, no matter how clever she was, would still lose to Yue’er. If Elder Mei saw both his juniors lose in sparring matches, wouldn’t he be furious enough to blow his top? Thinking this, he couldn’t help but glance at the Mei family’s Grand Emperor. Yue’er glanced at Mei Zhuxin, then shook her head firmly. "Sister Zhuxin definitely wouldn’t stand a chance against me. Really, I wouldn’t be bullying her." She’d trained since childhood—how could Mei Zhuxin, who hadn’t trained like her, possibly be her match? Then she turned to Zhao Yang with a bright smile. "How about I spar with Big Brother Zhao instead?" Hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. The Azure Emperor’s little disciple certainly seemed to be a handful! Why did she always pick on those older than her? The Azure Emperor shot his little disciple a glance but said nothing, leaving them to decide for themselves. Zhao Yang, however, shook his head. "I won’t fight you." He dared not strike her—if he accidentally hit too hard, it would be disastrous. Xiao Junyan watched from the sidelines, finding the situation odd but saying nothing, merely observing quietly. In the end, Feng Jiu spoke up, arranging for Yue’er to fight against Mei Zhuxin. She even added that whichever girl won or lost would receive a reward from her. The outcome, naturally, was Yue’er’s victory. By the time Yue’er helped Mei Zhuxin to her feet, the latter had no idea how she’d lost. The final match was between Muchen and Zhao Yang. Both fought with restraint, stopping just short of full force. Muchen lost by half a move, while Zhao Yang secured a narrow victory. Feng Jiu was quite satisfied with this result, having anticipated it all along. Zhao Yang possessed a pure yang constitution, allowing him to cultivate at an extraordinary pace. Even with Muchen’s considerable talent, his age inevitably placed him slightly behind. After the sparring session, Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu led the great emperors to the front hall for tea. Back on the training grounds, Mei Zhubao looked at Hao’er and declared, "We’ll have another match someday. Next time, I’ll definitely beat you." "Anytime," Hao’er replied, glancing at him before adding, "I can beat you anytime." Hearing this, Mei Zhubao’s competitive spirit flared. Clenching his fists, he retorted, "Not necessarily!" Seeing their exchange, Yue’er stepped forward with a smile. "Senior Brother Mei, Big Brother Mei Zhubao, how about we all go to the back mountain to hunt game for roasting? We can all work together and enjoy the grilled meat!" Mei Zhuxin’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Sounds great! Brother, let’s join them too!" Seeing this, Mei Zhubao finally agreed and followed the group to the back mountain to hunt game. Victory and defeat were common occurrences in the martial arts world. He believed he would definitely defeat him someday! Several days later, Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu saw off several Great Emperors, including Mo Chen, Feng Ye, and Zhao Yang. Great Emperor Xiao Tian glanced at Xiao Junyan, who was still chatting with Yun Qi, a hint of helplessness flickering in his eyes. Why was this child so close to that little girl?