"Everyone, I'll be presiding over the betting."
Old Freak Song rose to his feet and cupped his hands to those around him. "Let's bet on the first round first. We'll wager... on who reaches the Ambrosial Arbor first. How about it?"
"Agreed!"
The elders from the various sects all nodded.
"Hehe, since everyone is in such high spirits, let us enjoy this grand spectacle together!"
Song Family Ancestor Song Tian waved his hand, and a streak of light flashed forth, forming an enormous screen before the crowd.
The scene around the Ambrosial Arbor was clearly visible upon the screen.
Young cultivators rose into the air one after another, speeding toward the Ambrosial Arbor. Cultivators from every sect, including Wang Tengfei, Li Fugui, and Meng Hao, all appeared on the screen.
"Everyone, the Jianmu Spirit Diagram was created by a great senior. Reaching the Ambrosial Arbor does not depend solely on flight speed."
Old Freak Song pointed at the figures on the screen and smiled. "Whom do you all think will win?"
"Of course, our own disciples!"
The leader of the Wang family set down his wine cup, laughed heartily, and pointed at Wang Tengfei.
"We're betting on our own disciples as well!"
To these Nascent Soul cultivators, this betting contest was merely a game. Win or lose, they could not possibly disgrace their sects.
They could not possibly place their first bet on disciples from another sect!
Even the Golden Armored Man from the Golden Cold Sect, though he clearly knew that little fatty Li Fugui had no chance of winning, placed his wager on Li Fugui.
"You are all betting on your own disciples, but I have no disciples of my own to bet on. I can only choose from among your disciples, so don't blame me!"
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