The Ji Yuanzong had cast Zheng Ming aside on the Lotus Platform like an insignificant ant and looked at him with nothing but fierce intensity in their eyes.
"A one in ten chance, a hundred times over, all guessed correctly—kid, your luck really defies the heavens."
As Ji Yuanzong spoke, he pointed at Zheng Ming and said, "Now, I'll give you one more bet, let's see how your luck holds up this time?"
While speaking, he turned his gaze towards the Divine Sense of Red Sun Ascetic and said, "You know, this should have been the future successor of your Great Sun Sect, hahaha, I'll make a choice using your successor. If you get it right, I'll let you all off the hook."
"The choice is simple. Should I chop off his left leg first, or his right leg first?"
This was a choice between two options that ultimately had no correct answer. Whichever choice the Red Sun Ascetic made, Ji Yuanzong could simply choose the other as his answer.
