Just now, Jiang Xiaobai had pinched Ao Cheng's arm hard and
kept making eye contact with him, gesturing for him to trust him.
Now that things had escalated to this point, Ao Cheng had no way out.
If Jiang Xiaobai were bluffing, he would undoubtedly lose face, and that was a fact.
So Ao Cheng decided to put everything on the line.
After all, whether he lost face big or small, he'd still lose face.
But what if Jiang Xiaobai really had cultivated Qi in his body?
This thought sparked uncertainty in Ao Cheng's heart.
In a situation with no way out, this was his last struggle.
"Ao Cheng, stop being ridiculous," Ao Yan scolded angrily.
"Sister, stay out of this. I can't believe this commoner is causing trouble over a mere hundred thousand spirit stones.
Worst case, I'll just... I'll cultivate in solitude on the back mountain for a few years!"
Ao Cheng waved his hand, declaring this in a quite domineering manner.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
