Kawashima Haruhiro immediately agreed. He couldn't wait to get out of there.
The cheers from the Chinese team and the silence from the Japanese were like countless razor-sharp blades stabbing and slicing at him, inflicting a death by a thousand cuts.
He simply couldn't bear the shame of staying here any longer.
If he didn't leave, he was afraid he would follow in his master's footsteps and pass out from the humiliation.
Kawashima Haruhiro and his juniors quickly helped Genji Doju to his feet, preparing to slink away in disgrace.
But Zhao Yuan, who was surrounded by a crowd of well-wishers, noticed their movement and suddenly called out, "Wait."
Kawashima Haruhiro and his group stopped involuntarily.
They didn't understand why they'd obeyed Zhao Yuan.
Perhaps it was the sheer force of Zhao Yuan's presence. Or maybe, having lost the competition, they felt diminished before him.
