"Why were you dressed like this?"
After welcoming them inside, Li Ye asked curiously, "As I recall, only the Central Province has imperial dynasties. Why are you fellow Daoists dressed this way too?"
"Er..."
The very mention of it made Duan Jiurui's heart ache.
She said helplessly, "True Person Su Xing from your sect made a wager with my master. My master lost, and True Person Su Xing then demanded that we wear these while helping you."
"..."
Li Ye could only smile awkwardly.
Come to think of it, if his master suddenly told him to change into a particular outfit, so long as it was not utterly outrageous, he would do as he was told as well—within this Cultivation World, the vast majority of masters truly were like both masters and fathers.
A father's debts naturally had to be repaid by his son.
No, wait.
That was Li Ye's master. How could he possibly lose?
Wei Qingye, standing nearby, could no longer hold back his laughter.
Sword Cultivators and the body cultivators of the Forging Spirit Sect had no idea why, but their relationship had always been poor. Seeing the other side suffer a setback, the glee on his face simply could not be concealed.
He was promptly met with furious glares from the body cultivators.
"So what was the wager?"
Li Ye instinctively felt that this bet might have something to do with him.
Sure enough.
At his question, Duan Jiurui let out a deep sigh. "Fellow Daoist, have you not been paying attention to the developments in East Cang Market? The auction slots you put up for sale have soared to the point where people are bidding for them with natural Spirit Stones."
Only then did Li Ye remember that he had prepared an auction, and had