The female cultivator's words had barely fallen when a smile suddenly appeared on Qin Fengming's face. It was faint and not very obvious, but it nevertheless made his expression brighten at once.
"Since Master Yi has put it that way, then this Qin will give it some thought and see how large a bet would be appropriate."
Qin Fengming nodded, his brows creasing slightly as he spoke. As soon as his words left his mouth, a jade slip appeared in his hand, and he began inscribing it.
As he inscribed, he pondered as well, as though carefully weighing his options.
His strokes continued for the time it took an incense stick to burn before he finally closed the jade slip. He raised his head to look at the female cultivator, who was still sitting cross-legged, and said, "This Qin has already decided what I need the Pill Emperor Pavilion to put up for this pill wager. Fellow Daoists, take a look and see how large a stake would be suitable for this Qin to produce if I lose."
As he spoke, he sent the jade slip over to the female cultivator.
In this kind of pill wager, both sides actually took enormous risks. Neither the party setting the question nor the party answering it knew whether they held the advantage. Qin Fengming did not care. As long as the question was aimed at a Pill Sect master, he was confident he could win.
"Is this what Master Qin requires my Pill Emperor Pavilion to put up for this pill wager?" The female cultivator's expression remained calm as she accepted the jade slip. The moment she opened it and sent in the slightest wisp of divine sense, a cry of alarm escaped her lips.
An expression of utter shock suddenly appeared