"Of course I'm serious."
Xu Yang wasn't joking with Shi Hu.
After all, this guy once gave him a Spiritual Boat.
Seeing Xu Yang's expression, Shi Hu immediately remembered the results of their bet, and his face instantly darkened.
He calmed down right away, sneered, and said, "You think I'll fall for it again?"
"I'm not betting with you!"
Thinking of Xu Yang's monstrous abilities and those unfathomable tricks, Shi Hu didn't hesitate to give up his covetousness for the Ink Cloud Boat—no matter how he played, he'd lose.
Xu Yang looked helpless, sighed, and said, "This is you backing out, then."
"No matter what, I'm not betting!"
Shi Hu's attitude was adamant.
"Then forget it."
Xu Yang waved his hand and looked inside himself.
After finishing cultivation, he hadn't had the chance to check his progress.
Nearly three months of bitter cultivation under the secret realm tree had given him a massive boost.
His Spirit Mark surged all the way to seven feet three inches.
