Another bet was essentially putting everyone's fate on the line. They all knew Saint Lord Taichu's foolish style well enough—if he said something, he would definitely do it.
So some of the little dragon beasts fell into deep thought. They had no idea whether they should accept the bet. If they lost, their days ahead would be miserable.
Yet they were also extremely confident in the place where their Father King had hidden those so-called talismans. They were certain Saint Lord Taichu would never find them.
"Of course we dare to bet with you. What's there to be afraid of? Set the terms, and we'll follow them. Isn't it just staking all our lives? Whatever. I guarantee you won't find it, one hundred percent!"
Long Feipeng, the Dragon Clan's eldest Crown Prince, said to Saint Lord Taichu, "It doesn't matter. None of our lives are worth much, but you're at least an important figure. You can't go back on your word when the time comes."
"Yeah, you said it yourself. If you lose the bet, you'll release all of us. If you can't even guarantee that, then what words of yours could anyone in this world possibly believe?"
"Brother, we won't really lose this bet, will we? Father King never told us where he hid that talisman. We're his biological sons, and he still never told us. What if he followed the principle that the most dangerous place is the safest place, and the safest place is the most dangerous place? If Saint Lord Taichu finds it, wouldn't we be walking straight into our own deaths?"
Long Feipeng naturally knew what his younger brothers were worried about, but he had no choice. He told them, "Enough. Shut your mouths and stop talking. If you think I'm unreliable, you can withdraw