It had already been more than five minutes where they both had only stared at each other. Even the elders who were here to watch Zhao Luo were getting bored and their patience grew restless.
"I am ready."
Zhao Luo nodded and tried to look calm but nobody except him knew that mentally, he was already standing on the edge of a giant cliff.
'The Dao's.'
Zhao Luo mumbled the words that were the cause of this pressure.
On the other hand, Bu Xing had already started counting for the fifth round of the game.
"1"
"2"
'Here goes nothing.'
"3"
Zhao Luo turned his face upwards once again but this time his eyes were closed.
'Please, please, please...'
Zhao Luo screamed in his head as he felt reluctant while opening his eyes.
To his surprise, he heard the confused voice of Bu Xing.
"Is this real?"
