What did you promise him?

Qie Xieling's gaze remained transfixed on Master Zi standing on the opposite side of the platform waiting for a response. With a smirk on his face, Master Zi chuckled softly. He was clad in a white robe with golden threads, which shimmered in the sunlight. His long hair swayed with the breeze, giving him an air of elegance and grace but his deep dark eyes clearly reflected his cunning and evil nature. 

"Why prestige of course,... you can restore your family's reputation in front of all these good people. Is that good enough for you or are you going to run away like your coward of a father?" he said and Qie Xieling's lips curled into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. 

"Then I accept your challenge but... I will need to take a short break," replied Qie Xieling and Master Zi let out haughty laughter before saying,

"Of course, of course. Take your time. I will give you thirty minutes."