The most precious thing?
Hearing those five words, Zhang Guangmu felt like laughing.
This had originally been a small place with few tourists, but now gongs and drums thundered, and the streets were packed shoulder to shoulder.
The reason for this change was that the Country of Sakura was holding a Martial Arts Tournament here.
The Country of Painting revered martial prowess, so holding an event like this not only showcased its military might and suppressed the local sects and martial forces, but also allowed the surrounding populace to witness the strength of the Country of Sakura.
Zhang Guangmu looked around and found quite a few famous martial-world elders and heroic fighters present.
These martial artists displayed all kinds of expressions. Some had flickering eyes, some were bursting with anger, and some had clear, pure gazes.
The Deficient Moon Sect, the Eight Trigrams Sect, the Heartless Gate, the Round Conduit Sect, the Desire Heaven Sect, the Dragon King Sect...
Representatives from all sorts of sects stood among the crowd, quietly waiting for their turn to enter the arena.
The reason Jiang Jiuxiao had said that was because he suspected he possessed something similar to the "Martial Way Diary."
But the problem was...
Zhang Guangmu did not possess any so-called Heaven-Bestowed Item.
During this period, through the information provided by the Little White Balls, Zhang Guangmu had finally learned what the "Martial Way Diary" really was and how exactly it operated.
So...
"I accept this wager."
Zhang Guangmu looked at Jiang Jiuxiao and said meaningfully, "I'm not the sort of person who breaks his word. I believe you're the same."
Hearing this, Jiang Jiuxiao was stunned at first, then faint delight appeared on his face.
With the "Martial Way Diary" at his side, he only needed to write in his diary