The Usual Tactic

After all, Ye Qin wanted five hundred low-grade Spirit Stones, not ten.

"If Young Master Zhao isn't willing to produce five hundred low-grade Spirit Stones, we could make a wager instead. I just don't know whether you dare."

Ye Qin's tone was utterly ordinary, as though the wager meant nothing to him.

But Zhao Mo's expression suddenly changed. He said coldly, "What do you want to wager? Let's hear it."

He had suddenly grown interested. Perhaps this could become a source of amusement.

Ye Qin nodded and said, "We'll compare whose talent is greater. If you lose, you'll give me five hundred low-grade Spirit Stones. If I lose, I'll work as your free lackey."

That was the wager.

He wasn't afraid that Zhao Mo would renege. When the time came, he had ways to deal with him.

"Fine!"

Zhao Mo thought for a moment, then added, "However, both of us must swear an oath to Heaven. What do you think?"

When it came to talent, he believed he was inferior to no one. At the very least, I'm far stronger than this brat. He can't possibly be a genius, or the sect elders would have taken special care of him long ago.

He had investigated Ye Qin's circumstances, so he knew that this person who had come with Zhao Ke was actually very ordinary. Otherwise, the sect elders would have noticed him long ago.

And he was precisely the sort of person who received special attention.

A glint flashed through Ye Qin's eyes, and he agreed. "All right, I accept. Let's have a proper wager, then."

He looked at Zhao Mo coldly, without thinking this matter was particularly frightening—or even that it was a major issue.

A trace of coldness flashed through his calm gaze, as though wagering with Zhao