When the Holy Daughters and Holy Sons of the Five Great Families and Seven Sects began to speak, the other martial artists fell silent one after another.
The Li Family's Holy Son chuckled. "Brother Chen actually owes Brother Lin Dragon Blood Wine? What happened?"
Chen Yule said with a bitter smile, "That day in Fengling City, Brother Lin had helped me, so I invited the disciples of the Tianshui Sect to a banquet. During the banquet, I suddenly felt an itch in my hands and wanted to spar with Brother Lin. We made a wager: if I lost, I would give Brother Lin five hundred jars of Dragon Blood Wine."
The Qian Family's Holy Son exclaimed in surprise, "So Brother Chen lost to Brother Lin?"
Chen Yule had said it as casually as though it were nothing, but his words instantly drew the attention of every martial artist present.
Chen Yule had lost to Lin Bai?
Everyone knew that Chen Yule was the Chen Family's Holy Son, a top-ten expert on Chu's Dao God Rankings. How could he have lost to Lin Bai?
Just how powerful was Lin Bai, then?
Upon hearing this, the Third Prince frowned slightly. He knew that Lin Bai's strength was impressive, but he had never imagined that even Chen Yule would not be his match.
Lin Bai said at this moment, "It can't really be called a defeat. That battle never reached a conclusion before several seniors and elders intervened."
Only then did everyone recall the two incomparably domineering sword intents that had collided in Fengling City that day.
Chen Yule laughed. "Although we didn't determine a victor, I still feel that I lost. That's why I promised to give Brother Lin five hundred jars of Dragon Blood Wine."
"But after I returned to the