Chu Yi struggled to keep his expression under control, waiting for everyone to finish scrutinizing him with an unperturbed look.
At the same time Tang Wan was taken aback, she also moved closer to Chu Yi.
"Is this true?"
Chu Yi didn't answer Tang Wan but turned his gaze towards the Old Ancestor of the Murong Clan, Murong Shan.
"Old Ancestor Murong Shan, how are you feeling now?"
"How about we make a bet? If I can help you through this calamity, you'll give me a hundred Spirit Stones, how about that?"
Those who had just come in, including Cao Hong, didn't know what had happened between Chu Yi and the others and could only patiently listen to their conversation.
Murong Shan laughed heartily.
"Why not? A hundred Spirit Stones? That's too meager a wager. Let's make it a thousand. If we're going to bet, let's bet big."
Chu Yi clapped his hands together appreciatively.
