Facing the verbal siege from the crowd around her, Lan Shi'er lifted her chin without the slightest intention of backing down.
Her almond eyes widened as she retorted in a crisp voice, "I may not understand artifact refining, but my Smelly Uncle does. He definitely won't be stumped at the First Trial."
Amid the crowd, an old Refining Master in a yellow robe seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world and let out an irritated, mocking laugh.
"Fine, fine, fine. Your uncle is that impressive, is he? Then let's wager with God Source Stones. Do you dare?"
The old Refining Master was already plotting to teach this little girl, who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, a proper lesson and let her understand the consequences of looking down on artifact refining.
"A wager it is. Who's afraid of whom? One thousand Top-Grade God Source Stones." Without a second thought, Lan Shi'er waved her little hand and directly took out a Storage Bag.
At that moment, Jiang Ping An hurriedly reached out and gently pressed down on Lan Shi'er's little head. With a hint of helplessness, he said, "Don't fool around."
He had inherited the Yun Family's artifact-refining knowledge. The deeper his understanding of this craft became, the more he knew how vast and profound it was.
Betting against someone without knowing anything about the assessment content was simply too reckless.
"I'm not fooling around. Smelly Uncle will definitely win. Once we win the God Source Stones, we can go buy lots and lots of delicious food."
Lan Shi'er's eyes curved into crescent moons, saliva swirling in her mouth as though mountains of delicacies had already been laid out before her.
"What if I lose?" Jiang Ping An could not help asking.
"If you lose,