"Was 'a family' your idea?"
"No, wasn't that what you said?"
"No, I didn't say that. You did."
"Not at all."
Who had said it seemed completely unimportant.
Perhaps, for some reason, it would even become a mystery.
But after finishing this battle, before dealing with the suddenly tearful girl who came rushing over, Lu PingAn still had some rather troublesome business to attend to.
He had to deal with his greatest prize—the enormous "reward" bearing down on him.
". . . This martial fortune is too much."
Through the Eye of Truth, the entire world had already sunk into "darkness."
Too much martial fortune came crashing down, pouring madly into Lu PingAn's body.
This was not merely the martial fortune of the opponents Lu PingAn had defeated along the way. At least ninety percent of it had been converted from the Wealth Luck of those who had placed bets.
The ordinary spectators who could afford such expensive "tickets" were clearly no ordinary wealthy people, and at this moment, all their Wealth Luck came crashing down as well.
This was the final match. Though many had said, "I'm stopping now," or "The last match is no fun," the reality was that most people had wagered everything on the final match.
"Since I'm already here, I can't just go back like this."
"I'll make it back—I'll definitely double it!"
"This is my last chance. I'll make one small bet."
And because of the nature of this final match, many gamblers had not played conservatively. They had wagered heavily.
"The victor of this festival has emerged. Let us celebrate Lu PingAn's victory!"
The moment the Master of Ceremonies above announced Lu PingAn's victory, this festival was completed.
Countless streams of "fortune" rushed toward the victor. It was not merely the "stakes" of