Bai Zihan did not answer immediately.
Although he had already made his decision internally, he still needed to appear somewhat reluctant.
Several moments passed before Bai Zihan finally nodded.
"Very well!"
Long Haotian's smile widened.
However, before he could speak, Bai Zihan continued.
"But verbal agreements are cheap."
The smile on Long Haotian's face paused slightly.
Bai Zihan looked at him and spoke leisurely.
"If you're serious about this wager, then make a Heavenly Vow."
The entire arena instantly fell silent.
Even Long Haotian's expression stiffened slightly.
A Heavenly Vow?
The smile on his face immediately became somewhat forced.
Unlike ordinary promises, Heavenly Vows were not things cultivators made lightly, especially powerful cultivators.
Breaking such a vow could result in terrifying consequences.
Long Haotian's eyes narrowed.
Behind him, the expressions of the two old men immediately changed.
"Young Master!"
