Inside the main hall, after comforting Yun Yun, Lin Ming looked at Hua Jin and the other person. "A contest is naturally no problem, but the stakes you've proposed are rather laughable."
With that, Lin Ming swept his gaze over the grim-faced Hua Jin and Demonic Flower Evil Lord, then continued in an utterly calm voice:
"If you, Hua Jin, win, you'll obtain the inherited Dou Qi Granny Hua gave Yun Yun, which never belonged to you in the first place. Your strength will greatly increase, and you may even use it to break through to a higher realm. But if you lose, all you need to do is lightly say, 'I won't pursue this any further,' without suffering any real loss. Acting Sect Master Hua Jin, do you truly think there is such a cheap deal in this world?"
Lin Ming's words were clear and well-reasoned, directly exposing the unfairness within this so-called "fair contest." Many Flower Sect disciples who had originally leaned toward Hua Jin, along with some neutral elders, nodded slightly.
Indeed, without equal stakes, this contest would be far too disadvantageous for Yun Yun's side.
Hua Jin narrowed her eyes, cold light flickering within them. She sneered, "Humph, sharp-tongued indeed! If I lose, Yun Yun will be allowed to leave the Flower Sect safely, and no one in the sect will obstruct her again. Isn't that enough?"
"If that's all, then there's no need for a contest. I can take Yun Yun away right now!" Lin Ming's face chilled, and his tone abruptly turned icy.
He had not come to beg for peace. He had come to reclaim what rightfully belonged to Yun Yun, so a simple promise to "let her go" was nowhere near enough.
"You dare! What do you take my Flower Sect for?