The dark clouds dispersed, and the white jade-like full moon also gradually vanished into the night curtain.
A glimmer of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, heralding the arrival of a new day.
After taking the elixir, most of Wei Hu's injuries had healed, and his mana had also recovered considerably, reviving his spirit.
At this moment, he was standing on a white cloud, surveying the disciples of the Jie Sect with a smile, immensely pleased: "A bet is a bet! Shouldn't you admit your fault according to our agreement? You can't go back on your word in front of so many Immortal Gods, can you?"
Jin Shengyang and other disciples of the Jie Sect looked at each other and then unanimously turned their gaze towards Huo Ling'er, puzzled.
"Fellow Daoist Huo Ling, what exactly happened just now, how could you lose?"
"Yes, you are a noble Golden Immortal, how could you lose to him?"
"Surely you didn't let him win on purpose?"
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"I…"
