Three days had passed.
Thanks to Yi Chen's lead-up activities, the enthusiasm of the cultivators for the betting game had fully ignited. Events had reached a stage today where, like boulders tumbling down a high mountain, they were only speeding up and no longer required his assistance.
However, Yi Chen was surprised to find that the situation was developing far more smoothly than he had expected.
So smoothly that it seemed as if someone on the other side was coordinating with his actions.
"Could it be that someone is betting against me? So audacious. I wonder which fierce dragon has crossed the river and is as self-assured as I am."
Yi Chen stroked his chin, his robust features reflected in the lake. In this moment, however, his mind was doubly occupied, pondering the situation.
If there were no one constructing a rival betting board or playing the adversary, he really could not understand how such a divinely assisted scenario could have arisen.
