"It's not surprising, these cultivators of Fourth and Fifth Rank, all have money in their pockets."
Sanping Hermit crossed his arms over his chest, unconcerned.
Even the least skilled among those on his boat had Sixth-Grade Cultivation.
The magic artifacts they carried were worth tens of thousands, even tens of thousands of taels each. And Jianghu people, don't they all earn their keep on the edge of a blade? They are heavy gamblers.
"However, there's quite a lot riding on Chu Xisheng, which does surprise me."
"The odds we offered on Chu Xisheng were much higher than on Chu Ming," the Earth Servant replied with a wry smile. "I don't feel good about this. One is a Blood Vengeance Saint and the other a Blood Vengeance Candidate, both highly valued by the sect. It won't be good no matter who loses."
