"This, this, this..."
Prince Longyang was momentarily speechless, not knowing what to say.
No wonder Yang Lele emerged like a shooting star, sweeping across the talented youths of Primordial Yang Domain at the age of sixteen. While he and Sikong Zhuxing greatly admired and praised Yang Lele, Wen Ping stood aside indifferent, seemingly blind to Yang Lele's talent.
No wonder he set up a betting game inviting Wen Ping to join, offering the Celestial Level Middle-grade Vein Skill as the bet, promising that if Wen Ping lost, it was his loss, and if he won, it was Wen Ping's gain. Yet Wen Ping still refused to participate, even saying "it doesn't matter who wins or loses," words meant to shirk the gambling.
The same?
How could it be the same?
He should have realized sooner.
Why would it be the same?
Only when both are from the Immortal Sect would it make no difference who wins or loses.
No matter who won.
It would all be a victory for the Immortal Sect.
