When the words fifty million spirit stones appeared, deathly silence descended upon the register area as if the flow of time had stagnated.
After a while, a Sect Leader from a middle-ranked sect stammered, "How-how much did you just say?"
That red and white robed cultivator turned his head and looked at him. "Fifty million spirit stones, what’s wrong?"
"Are-aren’t you just a Spirit Sword Sect’s disciple? How come you have so many spirit stones?" That person gradually recovered from the shock. "Fifty million spirit stones, is that your Spirit Sword Sect’s own treasury you wager? That’s not sincere, you open up this gambling table, but you place your bet on your own side, this…"
"Tch, who told you it was our Spirit Sword Sect who opened up this table? If it was Spirit Sword Sect, do you think those Elders from top-ranked sects who had just placed their bets a moment ago are mentally handicapped?"
