After hearing the junior sister's words, Senior Sister Bingli also felt that they made sense. Before the junior sister had even finished speaking, Senior Sister Bingli fell into thought for a moment.
The two had grown up under the sheltering wings of their sect's elders. To them, spirit stones were nothing more than glazed beads they could scatter at will.
Now that they had heard betting on the Great Demon could yield odds of dozens of times the stake, a teasing smile appeared on Senior Sister Bingli's face, and eager flames kindled in her eyes.
"That really is a good idea. Then we'll just bet a little Spirit Jade..."
In any case, they were not betting much. Losing would not hurt, but if they won, the odds would be dozens of times the stake.
The two placed their bets at the gambling counter and returned to their fellow disciples.
When they returned to where their fellow disciples had gathered, the square in the market district was already packed beneath the enormous transparent light screen.
At that moment, disciples from the various sects who had come to participate in the trial were crowded shoulder to shoulder beneath the transparent light screen, their discussions boiling like a cauldron.
The air was thick with tension and excitement, suppressed yet restless.
"Where did you two run off to? The arena is about to begin..." A senior brother furrowed his brows, his eyes filled with anxiety.
"We went to place a bet. We bet on that Great Demon..."
The junior sister raised her chin, her voice carrying a hint of smugness.
As soon as she said this, the discussions around them abruptly fell silent. Countless gazes turned toward them, as though they had seen some unbelievable monster.
"Do you two have too many spirit stones