Zheng Renxiong had immense faith in Zheng Jun and his grandson had never disappointed him. Being regarded as a prodigy, he had a smooth journey on the path of cultivation in the past twenty years. He was also highly valued by cultivators, enabling him to become a direct disciple and elevating the status of the Zheng Family in Capital City.
Xiao Qiang's challenge towards Zheng Jun suddenly gave Zheng Renxiong a feeling of amusement.
Could this nameless rogue, who came out of nowhere, really consider himself a genius from a cultivation sect?
"Xiao Qiang, what do you want to bet?"
Zheng Jun's face was somber, his eyes looking at Xiao Qiang as if he were a dead man. Zheng Jun was very proud, and being forced by Xiao Qiang into such a difficult situation, one can only imagine the anger raging in his heart.
Xiao Qiang gave a composed smile and calmly said, "A bet for life! Dare you accept it?"
Bet for life?
