Fergerson stared deeply at Ye Yinzhu, the bitter smile on his face gradually turning into a genuine one, "Yes, I lost. A comment I made earlier was not meant as an attack on you. A teacher losing to his student is the greatest joy a teacher can have. Yinzhu, I hope you can advance further in this battle of Bewitching City. I also hope you can survive. You are the most gifted mage I have ever seen."
As soon as he dropped these words, Fergerson's eyes closed and his body fell limply to the ground.
Ye Yinzhu naturally wouldn't hurt his own teacher, but the Divine Music Halos he sent in the enemy's weakness were the performances of the Nine Famous Songs of the Zither Sect, the "Forgetful Machine".
"Forget all your troubles, my teacher. Have a good sleep. When you wake up again, perhaps all problems will already have been solved." As he spoke, Ye Yinzhu put away his ancient zither, knelt down, and respectfully kowtowed three times towards Fergerson's fallen body.