Those around them watched Mohe You arrive and looked at him with eager eyes.
"May I ask which great power you come from? Why have I never seen you before?"
At this moment, Mohe You asked with a smile as he strode toward Lin Suchou.
Seeing the surprise in his eyes, Lin Suchou casually replied, "Just some nameless minor force. Compared to your clan, it is hardly worth mentioning."
"Hehe, you must be joking. An ordinary minor force could not possibly produce three hundred billion drops of Supreme Spirit Liquid."
Mohe You laughed, his eyes flickering. Then he pointed at Mu Chen's image on the crystal wall and said, "This man is only a Spirit Grade Heavenly Supreme. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to achieve victory at the Eternal Gathering. My name is Mohe You. Why don't you change your bet? Consider it the Maha Ancient Clan making a friend of you."
Hearing that Mohe You had actually taken the initiative to offer Lin Suchou another chance to place a bet,
everyone around them praised him.
The Maha Ancient Clan truly deserved to be the foremost of the Five Ancient Clans. Their magnanimity was on another level.
But in the next moment, Lin Suchou's words left them utterly dumbfounded and incredulous.
"Thank you for your kindness, Elder Mohe You, but Mu Chen is my friend. This bet is simply my way of supporting him. Whether he wins or loses makes no difference to me."
Lin Suchou smiled softly, cupped his hands slightly, and then led Mandala away into the distance.
Leaving behind only Mohe You, whose face was full of disdain.
"Hehe, Mu Chen, is it? Since you insist on giving my clan three hundred billion drops of Supreme Spirit Liquid for free, I'll gladly accept."
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