The current scene was quite awkward.
No one spoke, whether they were loose cultivators or those major powers running the betting.
They all looked intently at the cultivators who hurried over with more than ten storage rings in their hands.
These people, whose cultivation was at most in the early stage of the Nascent Soul Stage, held storage rings that one could tell were no mere trinkets even at a glance. The amount they could store surely far exceeded the imagination of some present.
Moreover, the simultaneous appearance of several such individuals clearly suggested a powerhouse was driving this matter from behind.
On closer reflection, even a fool would detect that something was fishy about this situation.
"Who is your master?"
A bookmaker from a power asked in a deep voice.
Originally, not many loose cultivators were betting on his side, but this question suddenly turned all the surrounding gazes toward him.
