Time flew by, and three days passed quickly.
At this moment, a multitude of people had gathered in the plaza of the Refining Alliance.
Many people were extremely curious after learning about the bet between Hu Bing and Xu Ping'an.
So, a lot of people came to watch the excitement.
Hu Bing stood at the forefront of the crowd, with an expression of confidence and composure on his face.
In his view, he had already won.
That was because he had received news that during these three days, Xu Ping'an had not stepped foot out of the Refining Room at all.
A person who hadn't come out of the Refining Room at all, how could he possibly repair the giant snake puppet.
Song Lingxue also had a slight frown, clueless as to what Xu Ping'an was up to.
"Lingxue, surely you don't actually believe that guy's words, do you? He might just be a scam artist," Hu Bing said with a sneer.
