"Damn, this guy has so much money, and he even took my little money and stripped my vestment robe, how shameless..."
Zhou Liang cursed in his heart after knowing how wealthy Lin Chen was.
However, he only dared to curse in his heart, not out loud, for fear that Lin Chen might hear him nearby.
After returning from the small grove and heading to wager at Station No. 9, Lin Chen placed a bet of two hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals on himself to win once more.
When Lin Chen went to place his bet, the other disciples around all paid attention to him. Seeing him continue to bet on his own victory, everyone was not calm.
"Damn, this kid is such a bastard, really hiding his strength. Otherwise, how would he dare to keep betting on his own victory, and with such a huge amount of two hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals."
"Damn, he totally screwed me over last time."
"This time I'm following this kid's bet, guaranteed profit with no loss..."
