Only after a long while did Chu Yunhai slowly recover from his daze.
Under the curious, probing gazes and whispered speculation of the surrounding Lingxi Peak disciples, his face alternated between ashen and pale. In the end, he turned and left without a word.
As he walked down the mountain path on Lingxi Peak, his heart felt heavy, as though a massive boulder weighed upon it.
He had come obsessed with challenging Yang Jing, never imagining that Yang Jing would flatly reject the duel he had sought out.
At that moment, understanding suddenly dawned on Chu Yunhai.
It was just like when he had felt his own strength advancing by leaps and bounds and dismissed his arranged duel with Yang Jing.
Now, Yang Jing had probably long since stopped considering him worth his attention, with no interest in even testing him.
Yet the more he thought this way, the more his unwillingness churned within him. Unless he fought Yang Jing himself, he would never be able to let it go, nor discover just how much stronger Yang Jing had become.
Chu Yunhai suddenly remembered his master mentioning that the Lingxi Peak Master had once won many rare treasures in a wager against the Mountain-Suppressing Peak Master.
An idea stirred in his mind, and he silently considered it.
If Yang Jing valued wagers and opportunities as much as his master did, would he still refuse a challenge if I offered a rich enough stake?
At that thought, fighting spirit rekindled in Chu Yunhai's eyes. He immediately resolved to prepare a substantial stake the next time he sought out Yang Jing. No matter what, he would compel Yang Jing to fight him.
Along the mountain path, many Lingxi Peak disciples saw the Sect's Top Potential Seed descending with knitted brows and a