Most of the people in the Bloody Desert had taken part in this year's Cultivator Assembly, so they knew all about Ling Tian's wagers and understood that he never spoke without reason. If he was willing to bet, then he was completely certain of victory. Thus, when Ling Tian proposed the wager, everyone grew curious to see how Wen Dao would respond.
Under everyone's gaze, Wen Dao was furious. He didn't believe that a puny cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage could catch up to him in just over a thousand years. His heart hardened, and he was about to accept Ling Tian's challenge, but Wen Jian stopped him.
"Martial Brother, you mustn't..." Wen Jian shook his head, then looked toward Ling Tian. "Brother Ling, I apologize to you on behalf of my martial brother. I hope you'll forgive him. Could you perhaps call off this wager?"
Wen Dao had considerable faith in his junior brother's instincts. Since Wen Jian had put it that way, he naturally suspected that Ling Tian had some kind of scheme. But when he heard the second half of Wen Jian's words, he grew furious, inwardly blaming Wen Jian for taking matters into his own hands.
"Brother Wen Jian, it's not that I won't accept your apology. It's your martial brother who refuses to back down," Ling Tian said, then looked toward Wen Dao. "How about this? I'm not the sort to press an advantage. As long as Wen Dao apologizes to my father, I'll let this matter go."
"Apologize? Not a chance!" Wen Dao shouted angrily, looking at Ling Tian. "A bet is a bet. What do you want to wager?!"
"Heh. What would there be to wager? You'll be dead by then, so what could you possibly bet?" Ling Tian sneered coldly, then