"Old friend, such a heavy bet is hardly like you..."
Atop Tiandu Peak of Mount Huang, Yang Potian and Zhou Yin sat across from each other above an endless sea of clouds, all other mountains appearing insignificant in comparison. Two powerful auras clashed as though a pair of dark thunderclouds wrestling in the void, striking fear in those who beheld them.
The speaker was Yang Potian, who gazed out at the magnificent sea of clouds that he had beheld for decades but still couldn't get enough of. His voice carried a nonchalant tone that suggested a casual chat between friends.
"It's you who bet too early, and too heavily..."
Zhou Yin sat upright on a meditation cushion, a steaming cup of tea before him from which tendrils of steam rose. He made no move to lift his black iron mask, not even feigning a sip, "I was dragged into this wager by you, and had no choice but to follow suit with a heavy bet."
"You should know, I had no choice!"
