Chen Mo had no idea that the elders had already altered his future through a private deal.
Even if he had known, there was nothing he could have done.
Still, being traded like merchandise was definitely not a pleasant feeling.
He would certainly make a note of it in his little notebook.
For now, unaware of it all, Chen Mo headed straight to the outskirts and found the Outer Disciple who was taking bets.
After asking around, nine-tenths of his interest vanished.
The remaining tenth was for the sake of his dignity.
The maximum bet was only five hundred taels, and the highest odds were one-to-five. What the hell was there to play with?
Did this lord care about such a pittance?
He had to say, the sect's Outer Disciples really were no good... They were far too poor.
Chen Mo silently returned to the arena. Seeing Wu Yuan and Gong Fengyu standing several meters apart nearby, occasionally exchanging a few words, he did not go over to join them. Instead, he headed to the arena where Pu Jing Ming and Jiang Ling Ling were.
Although Sun Li had guaranteed that the two of them could join the True Martial Sect's Outer Sect, they still fought with everything they had on the arena stage, striving to enter the True Martial Sect through their own strength.
It was their answer to their own dignity.
At that moment, Jiang Ling Ling, who stood on the arena stage, fought with incredible ferocity. She was nothing like when she had faced Chen Mo before, when she had been so cautious.
She truly used every means under the sun!
"Hoho, if you two really end up together someday, I don't think you'll necessarily be able to keep her in line." Chen Mo walked up beside