"I clearly won the bet! Now be a man of your word and pay me double the value of my treasure!"
Mao Ren declared, his voice ringing with righteous fury.
Luo Shen blinked, coughed once, and turned his head aside.
"Cough — what are you talking about? I didn't quite catch that."
"What?!" Mao Ren's eyes widened in disbelief before he shouted,
"As expected you're not a man!"
The crowd instantly came alive.
"As expected, Luo Shen is shameless!"
"Ha! So much for being the 'Blue-Eyed Prodigy'!"
"I always knew his good reputation was built on illusions and hair gel!"
"Not keeping one's word… truly disgraceful."
"Not manly at all!"
"Still, paying six hundred thousand sect points would make my soul leave my body…"
"But wait, wasn't the real winner that young man with the fan?" someone pointed at Yu Xuan.
Luo Shen's expression twitched. He could feel the weight of every gaze pressing down on him.
'If I pay, I lose six hundred thousand points. If I don't… I lose face.'
