Indeed, at the location, direction, and altitude Fang Che had mentioned, there was one. He had said there would be "one to three stalks," and sure enough, there were two.
Right in the middle.
Yan Beihan's stiff body and widened, beautiful eyes stared at Fang Che in utter disbelief.
Bi Yunyan, who had followed them up, also opened her small mouth wide. She abruptly turned around and stared at Fang Che as though he were an immortal. "My heavens... it's real... You—you—you, how did you calculate that?"
Fang Che smiled faintly, his hands clasped behind his back, as tranquil as drifting clouds and flowing water. "Just a trifling trick."
Yan Beihan held the Black Blood Spirit Mushroom in her hand, stumbling over her words. "This... this..."
Fang Che wore the lofty bearing of an enlightened master. "Lord Yan, don't forget to honor the wager."
Yan Beihan ground out, "There are still several more places! Just you wait!"
They then searched several other places in succession, and sure enough, everything was exactly as Fang Che had said.
Still unconvinced, Yan Beihan continued searching. If she found something else, she could repudiate the wager. Since Fang Che hadn't calculated it, it would count as his loss.
But aside from those, even after Yan Beihan searched desperately, there was actually nothing else.
Yan Beihan came out empty-handed, utterly baffled. "How did you do it?"
Fang Che put on a dignified, sanctimonious air. "We should find a place and settle the wager first. Lord Yan always keeps her word and honors her promises. You wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"
Yan Beihan's little face instantly flushed scarlet. "You—you... you lecher!"
Fang Che didn't care whether he was a lecher or not.
He scooped up his Little Demoness and went to settle the