After much haggling, Fu Haixin finally clenched her fists, flushed red, and agreed bitterly to guard the Purple Mist Sect's mountain gate for three months.
Three months was neither long nor short, but for Fu Haixin who was about to go on duty, it was bound to be an agonizingly long period.
But she had no choice, those who gamble accept losses. She wasn't thick-skinned enough to deny her losses. And if she couldn't face this failure, then her Alchemy Tao would certainly be hindered in the future.
So, to guard the mountain gate was not just her fulfillment of the bet with Fang Lin, but also proof of Fu Haixin's courage in confronting her own failure.
The people from the Ten-Thousand Medicine Sect were the ones who suffered the biggest loss. They experienced another failure, and although it wasn't as bad as the last time when a large group of disciples was detained by the Purple Mist Sect, it was a blow to their pride.
