"Why aren't you saying anything, Third Junior Brother? Little Junior Sister is in rare high spirits today. Aren't you going to wager some Spirit Stones to liven things up?" Nangong Yuan glanced at Le Qing beside him in displeasure.
Le Qing forced a smile, but it looked worse than crying.
Since he had to set aside part of his Spirit Stones every month to repay his debts, this collateral branch disciple of an Aristocratic Clan lived even more poorly than an ordinary Rogue Cultivator.
Never mind whether he could produce a thousand Spirit Stones for amusement—even a hundred was more than he wanted to spend, because Bai Lan was one of the fighters on the stage.
That woman never fought a battle she was not sure of winning. Le Qing searched his conscience and realized he had never heard of Bai Lan losing a fight to anyone.
"...Because he's buried in debt up to his neck, tsk." Nan Xianshi walked over and slapped another Storage Bag onto Qi Xiaoru's table. "Five thousand Spirit Stones. I'm betting on Bai Lan to win!"
Bai Lan, who had been gathering momentum to launch a counterattack onstage, nearly stumbled and fell.
What? How much? Five thousand Spirit Stones on her?
Her heart ached. It ached!
Nan Xianshi was certainly willing to spend Spirit Stones to support her. With no one else betting on her, she had directly put down five thousand Spirit Stones on Bai Lan's victory.
But was there a possibility that Bai Lan herself had opened this betting pool?!
Nan Xianshi's love was more than she could bear.
The system, happily watching below the stage, was nearly startled out of the air by Nan Xianshi's shout. This was bad—an unexpected situation had arisen.
It reacted swiftly, flying toward Nan Xianshi and stuffing