Stepping onto the ridge, they saw a round city rise into view in the distant canyon at the horizon.
Mist veiled it, making it impossible to see clearly; they could only make out its rough outline.
But... it was undoubtedly a city.
The moment Qian Wuliang saw it, his face darkened. Gritting his teeth, he said to Wei Wu, "Kid, you're screwing me over like this—doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"It's not time for the final verdict yet. Didn't I say just now that it might be ruins?" Wei Wu laughed.
"Bullshit!!" Qian Wuliang cursed.
A city visible from so far away had to have people in it.
If one claimed there could be a city without people, then they had clearly never witnessed the terror of vegetation.
Grass and trees did not need three hundred years to grow—nor even a hundred.
In thirty years, lush vegetation could swallow an entire city and turn it into ruins. From this far away, it definitely would not be visible.
Wei Wu had suddenly proposed the bet for no reason; he must have noticed something long ago and was setting him up.
That damned effeminate bastard had a rotten conscience.
Qian Wuliang had the urge to beat him senseless—if only he could win.
"What, can't accept losing?" Wei Wu crossed his arms over his chest and directly put Qian Wuliang in check.
Qian Wuliang's face instantly swelled to the color of pig liver. Every time he lost a bet, Wei Wu would throw those words back at him.
And the effect... was as good as ever.
A bet was a bet, and Qian Wuliang's principle was to accept defeat.
Besides, Qian Wuliang had no grounds to argue. In Wei Wu's wager, Qian Wuliang had been allowed to choose: he could bet that the Lingyu