"When Senior Baiyang entrusted the brush to me, he once said that the White Mystic Brush ran contrary to the Bai Family's fortune. The Bai Family could not seize it, but could rely on it!"
"What nonsense. Are you saying that if my Bai Family controlled the White Mystic Brush, our fortune would scatter and disaster would follow?"
Bai Yanliang had not been raised on empty promises. How could he believe such absurd nonsense?
Now, he increasingly felt that this brat had come here treating him like a fool, deliberately making sport of him.
"Since Clan Head Bai does not believe me, how about we make a wager?"
"Two days from now, when you arrive at the Green Pavilion Sect, we can pretend to hand the White Mystic Brush over to you first. The Literary Demon and Lin Jinren will surely strike at you mercilessly and seize the brush for themselves!"
"What a joke. Even if Zhong Zusheng and Lin Jinren had such intentions, they would not have the nerve. Attacking me would mean openly making enemies of White Sheep Ancestor's lineage. Besides, those two came to help me. Why would they harm me?"
(ノへ￣*) Fuck, this Old Deng has lived for hundreds of years—how is he still acting like an idiot? Are those two here to help you or use you? He really is senile!
Lin Heng was utterly speechless. For the first time in his life, he began cursing someone in his heart.
"Clan Head Bai, just say whether you'll bet or not!"
"I'll bet! Why wouldn't I? If they attack me, I'll believe your words. Otherwise, you must return the White Mystic Brush directly to our Bai Family."
"Good. A promise is a promise!"
In less than the time it took an incense stick to burn, Lin