Deep within the Origin Pool, the sea breeze carried a salty, damp scent as it swept past.
Li Qingchan's cool eyes stared in the direction Zuoqiu Qingyu had left. After a moment, she withdrew her gaze and looked at Mo Lin, who wore a faint smile beside her. "What does Chief Mo Lin wish to wager?"
Mo Lin lazily stretched, his gaze sweeping over the dark sea. His tone carried a measure of certainty. "I wager that Qingyu's solo expedition will yield something, and her gains will be no less than a Nine Hundred-Zhang Water Beast."
Li Qingchan raised her slender brows slightly. A Nine Hundred-Zhang Water Beast? That was an existence comparable to the peak of the late Primordial Realm. Even ordinary Purple Belt Disciples had to take a detour when they encountered one. Though Zuoqiu Qingyu was gifted, she had only recently entered the third layer of the Primordial Realm. Hunting a Nine Hundred-Zhang Water Beast alone? The possibility was infinitesimal.
"Chief Mo Lin certainly has great confidence in Junior Sister Zuoqiu." Li Qingchan's voice was calm, betraying neither joy nor anger. "What are the stakes?"
"If I win," Mo Lin said, a teasing curve appearing at his lips, "Senior Sister Li will agree to one condition of mine. As for what exactly, I'll think of it later. If I lose..."
He paused, then smiled. "During this trip to the Origin Pool, I'll follow Senior Sister's orders in all things, and I won't take a single bit of the gains. How about it?"
The wager was exceptionally steep. To follow her orders in all things and take nothing at all was practically handing over the initiative completely.
Li Qingchan's gaze flickered as she gave Mo Lin a deep look. This man was truly impossible to read. Did he