Not far behind Wu Qi, the 1000-feet-tall cauldron was sending plumes of flame into the sky like a volcano, sucking in iron ore and spitting out iron ingots tirelessly. A breeze swirled around him and stirred his blue robe. With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked at the anxious Wu Dehou, then shook his head lightly and said, "Life is all about trust!"
The regent's face suddenly turned purplish black. He clenched his fists as he gritted his teeth and asked, "What do Senior Immortal mean by that?"
"Those who are not trustworthy will achieve nothing," said Wu Qi. "When you make a bet, you must finish it. So, even if I may lose it all, I'll still finish it. My lord, what you said just now really underestimated my integrity and that of my Senior Brothers!"
Guigu'zi, who was training the 30,000 cultivators, coughed violently when he heard the word 'integrity'.
