After speaking, Ji Yan stared anxiously at Wang Xiu, his right fist clenched so tightly behind his back that it dripped with sweat. Agree, agree, agree, he chanted in his mind.
Under Ji Yan's fervent gaze, the expression on Wang Xiu's face shifted from reluctance to temptation, and finally settled into one of deep confidence.
"I am flattered by your high regard, Uncle-Master," the youth declared with a piercing look, exuding a courage born of ignorance. "Although I am no genius, if it's just a matter of reaching the introductory level of the Heavenly Calamity Curse… three months should be sufficient."
At these words, and under Ji Yan's ecstatic gaze, Wang Xiu slowly nodded. "I accept this wager!"
He agreed! He agreed! He agreed!
