"Agreed!" Fang Che said.
Sun Wutian narrowed his eyes, his pupils spinning rapidly. "Since that's the case, since that's the case... If you lose when the time comes, you'll undergo special training in my domain for at least a year!"
Old Sun had made up his mind to force-feed him training.
And he was even prepared to cheat.
"Huh?"
Fang Che's eyes widened.
He looked at the ill-intentioned gleam in Sun Wutian's eyes.
He was completely stunned.
A year of special training in his domain? How could that be allowed?
Wouldn't that delay his undercover mission?
He couldn't afford to waste that much time.
"I may not be able to reach Saint Emperor Grade Seven, but I agree to what Ancestor said: defeating you three months from now, when you suppress your cultivation to Saint Venerable Grade Four."
Fang Che coughed, sneaked a glance at Sun Wutian's expression, and finally mustered his courage. "But we need a witness."
Old Devil often secretly played fast and loose with the rules. Fang Che knew this well. For example, he would say, "I'll only suppress myself to Saint Venerable Grade Two to fight you," but as the battle went on, he would become Saint Venerable Grade Three, Grade Four... And he himself would refuse to admit it!
Since they were setting such a wager, Fang Che naturally had to cut off this escape route for Sun Wutian.
Otherwise, if Old Devil treated a chicken feather like a command token, flew into a rage, and turned on him, Fang Che truly wouldn't be able to bear it.
Sun Wutian could lock him in his domain for an entire year of special training!
How could Fang Che endure that?
Moreover, based on Fang Che's understanding of Old Devil, there was no way this old bastard