"Yes!"
Upon seeing the teardrop, Deacon Zhang did not dare to say anything. Instead, he left the room carefully with a heart filled with curiosity.
When he arrived outside, Deacon Zhang could no longer suppress the doubts in his heart and muttered to himself.
"Elder Shi must have lost, but why is he crying? With his proud and arrogant nature as a genius, he should be able to withstand such a blow. Could it be that something else happened after he lost?"
Deacon Zhang really wanted to go out and see what was going on. He wanted to know the whole process, but Fatty Wang and the others would definitely find out what was going on when they went to fix the door.
Therefore, Deacon Zhang waited silently, waiting for Fatty Wang to return.
The sun was setting in the West. The golden sunlight shone on the street, casting a layer of golden light on the world.