"Kid, do you dare to bet with me?"
After Mo Wangchen took the stage, Zhang Chong sized him up and suddenly spoke.
"What's the bet?" Mo Wangchen asked with a smile.
"Heh heh! It's about Xuan Stones. If I lose, I'll give you ten. If you lose, similarly, you'll have to give me ten as well. What do you say?"
"Oh?" Mo Wangchen was taken aback for a moment, then sneered, "It seems that every year your Star Wing Pavilion makes a good profit from newcomers..."
It was the middle of the month, and generally speaking, most disciples would have already used up their Xuan Stones provided by the Academy, yet Zhang Chong dared to 'gamble' ten Xuan Stones with himself, which indicated that the other party was not making empty promises.
"Are you daring enough or not?"
Faced with Mo Wangchen's ridicule, Zhang Chong appeared indifferent.
