Zhong Continent.
It was still that teahouse.
It was still those six people from last time.
Someone was playing a song.
The melody lingered in the thick tea aroma, seeming to add a touch of antiquity even to this small teahouse.
The song was "Blue and White Porcelain."
And when the song ended, the expressions of the six people each had changed.
This song was not simple.
All present were elites of Zhong Continent and immediately recognized the terrifying aspect of "Blue and White Porcelain"!
"It seems this time the bet is won by me."
The middle-aged man who was brewing tea for everyone smiled and broke the silence. His expression fleetingly complex, so much so that he didn't even mention the matter of the wager:
"What does Cheng Sang think?"
"As for the bet, I've won too."
Cheng Sang spoke, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly uttered a self-contradictory phrase:
"At the same time, I've also lost."
Someone frowned, "Where did you lose?"
