"Magic treasure? Does the Prefecture Lord intend to win even this old man's bound magic treasure?"
The Grand Elder froze for a moment. He did not know why the Prefecture Lord had such confidence in that brat named Yang An, and immediately teased him.
"What are you saying, Grand Elder? Even if you lost your bound magic treasure to me, it would be useless in my hands. It would merely add a little fun to the wager. An ordinary magic treasure will do."
The Prefecture Lord smiled.
"Fine. This old man accepts the Prefecture Lord's wager. We'll use magic treasures as stakes. If this old man wins, I hope the Prefecture Lord will not be stingy either."
The Grand Elder readily agreed, then turned his gaze back to the arena below. The two stood atop the Golden Peak, far from the ring, but it made no difference to them. They could still see everything clearly.
"That brat surnamed Yang truly cannot win this time. Elder Meng's cultivation is already at the Spirit Transformation Middle Stage, while that brat is only at the Nascent Soul Late Stage. The difference in their strength is as vast as heaven and earth. Besides, he reached his current cultivation so quickly that his foundation may be unstable.
"Prefecture Lord, you should prepare the magic treasure for the wager in advance."
"The Grand Elder is right. The gap between their cultivations is immense."
Unexpectedly, the Prefecture Lord actually agreed with him, causing the Grand Elder to cast him a puzzled glance.
"Then why does the Prefecture Lord still wager that this brat will win?"
"I like fellows with talent and drive. Such fellows are not often seen, haha."
The Prefecture Lord laughed, but did not reveal the true reason. In truth, Yang An facing a Spirit