"Could it be that Brother White Horned Dragon believes Brother Purple Chi will lose in this three-day contest of magical power?"
Seeing White Horned Dragon Immortal hesitate, the Feather Dragon Clan's Dragon Lord smiled faintly and deliberately provoked him.
"This..."
"Then let it be as Clan Brother says."
Hearing this, White Horned Dragon Immortal immediately felt as though he was riding a tiger and could not climb down.
Since he and Purple Chi Lord had proposed this "wager."
Then refusing to raise the stakes and admitting defeat would not only cut off his son's chance of becoming the next Dragon Lord, but would also be an indirect insult to Purple Chi Lord, implying that Purple Chi Lord was inferior to Wei Tu... even if this contest was merely a small contest of magical power.
After they reached an agreement.
Wei Tu did not hesitate. After informing the Feather Dragon Clan's Dragon Lord that he needed a month of secluded cultivation to regulate his magical power, he flicked his sleeve and returned to his cave abode, hanging up a "Secluded Cultivation" sign.
To the three Mahayana cultivators present, however, that month was no more than the flick of a finger. Naturally, they had ample patience.
Of course, they did not sit idle during this time. Instead, they took out immortal tea and a chessboard, drinking tea while playing chess, utterly at ease.
There was none of the earlier needle-pointed confrontation or battle of lips and tongues, as though this dispute over interests had always been kept within bounds and did not damage their mutual friendship.
"Fellow Daoist Wei has emerged from seclusion..."
Very soon, the month hurried by. As agreed, Wei Tu emerged from his cave abode and gracefully flew over to the three of them.
"His aura is still