"Humph!"
Old Demon Zhong gave a cold snort, and the already oppressive atmosphere froze over in an instant.
The middle-aged man in the round-collared robe laughed heartily. "If you don't have money, that's no problem. Borrow money to make money. This kind of opportunity comes once in a thousand years, and there won't be another. Listen to Zhang's explanation first, then decide whether you're in or not. After all, this involves spirit stones, so both sides have to be willing."
The middle-aged man's words struck a chord with everyone. They all chimed in, showering him with pleasant words, yet not leaving the slightest opening.
The middle-aged man wasn't offended. He calmly and unhurriedly explained the matter, and everyone fell silent.
The middle-aged man was borrowing money from everyone on Old Demon Zhong's behalf. This was precisely why Old Demon Zhong had summoned them to meet.
In fact, the moment the middle-aged man mentioned Hong Yun Hall, everyone had already guessed what was behind this, which was why they had kept their mouths tightly shut.
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, everyone fell silent, but a smile surfaced on Old Demon Zhong's face. He knew that the middle-aged man's silver tongue, as sharp as a thousand troops, had torn open the tight-lipped resolve of these stubborn fellows.
As it happened, Old Demon Zhong wanted to borrow money for the betting pool Hong Yun Hall had opened this time.
Although being challenged by a mere junior at the Mid Soul Sensing Stage like Xu Yi was, in Old Demon Zhong's eyes, a tremendous humiliation, losing his temper now would be the act of a fool.
His attention inevitably shifted to the benefits at stake. Taking part in the betting pool was an obvious choice.
The reasoning was simple. Leaving aside all the