Seeing that Li Mu Yang really intended to dive into the Weakwater, Tie Mu Xin no longer had the mind to worry about his wager with Chu Xun. He rushed to the riverbank and shouted, "Li Mu Yang, come back! Come back! Once you jump in, you won't be able to return!"
His concern was written all over his face.
Li Mu Yang was deeply moved. Smiling, he said, "Brother Mu Xin, did you make a bet with someone?"
Li Mu Yang's senses were exceptionally sharp. Although Chu Xun had deliberately lowered his voice earlier, afraid that Li Mu Yang might hear him, Li Mu Yang had still heard their wager loud and clear.
When he heard Li Mu Yang ask about it, Tie Mu Xin looked ashamed. "I just said a few angry words to him. Don't take it to heart."
"Angry words?" Chu Xun let out a cold snort. "You and I made a wager long ago. You said that Li Mu Yang would definitely be able to enter the Weakwater. If you lost, you would apologize to me in public and kneel before me to kowtow three times. Everyone present is a witness to our wager. Now you want to break your promise in front of everyone? If you lose your credibility like this, what reputation will you have in the future? Who would dare trust you?"
"When has I, Tie Mu Xin, ever failed to keep my word? We prairie people value promises above all else. A promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and I would never go against an oath. Aren't they just three kowtows? I'll kowtow, then!" As Tie Mu Xin spoke, he moved to kneel and kowtow to Chu Xun. As long as he kowtowed, Li Mu Yang would not have