Although Gao Weilong fainted, Gao Weihu did not stand up, so he could not be considered the winner, at most it was a draw, so she could not help him.
Of course, whether Gao Weihu won or tied didn't really matter to Mu Hanyan, but for Gao Weihu, the outcome was crucial. This was his first time facing Gao Weilong head-on. After being trampled under Gao Weilong's feet for so many years, even being forced to flee Tianyang City, this battle was also a battle for him to regain his dignity.
Mu Hanyan was once regarded as a loser and was ridiculed by everyone, so she completely understood Gao Weihu's past feelings and of course hoped that he could defeat Gao Weilong fairly.
Under Mu Hanyan's expectant gaze, Gao Weihu slowly moved his body, bit by bit, to his feet. Every movement, every inch he raised his body, seemed to exhaust all his strength, but in the end, he straightened his back and stood up.
"Master Priest, no one can stop you now." Gao Weihu stood up but did not declare victory. Instead, he smiled and said to Mu Hanyan.
His pale face was covered in sweat, and his blue robe was soaked with sweat mixed with blood, but his smile was so relaxed and satisfied.
After saying this, Gao Weihu's tall figure fell straight down, and Mu Hanyan quickly reached out to support him.
"Thank you." Looking at Gao Weihu's haggard face, Mu Hanyan said softly, her eyes already moist and hazy.
"I should thank you. This is my duty." After saying this, Gao Weihu slowly closed his eyes and fell into a coma, but there was a relieved smile on his face.
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