The three groups sat together eating hotpot, making no small amount of noise. However, they were out in the open, while Tang Celestial Master was treating guests in the main cafeteria, so they did not interfere much with one another.
As everyone sat together and chatted casually, they brought up the bet they had not had time to settle yesterday.
Master Xiong's disciple still wanted to test Di Aixin's strength. "If you had Master Lu's cultivation, I wouldn't dare bet against you. But you haven't even begun tempering your qi and blood yet."
Di Aixin refused to accept that. "If you want to bet, then the terms are the same as yesterday. If I win, you give me ten thousand. If I lose, I'll kowtow and apologize."
If he had to kowtow and apologize, it would not only be humiliating for him; Luohua Manor would not look good either.
But Feng Jun did not care. How much face could some minor character possibly affect for Luohua Manor?
What really mattered was that, through Di Aixin, he vaguely saw his former self—the version of himself who wanted to earn every bit of money. Just how desperately short of money had I been back then?
Master Xiong's disciple was not short on money either. "Then I'll spend ten thousand to see just how astonishing this brother's natural strength is."
Then Di Aixin slowly forced his arm down. The difference in their strength was not overwhelming.
The disciple immediately refused to accept it. "Come on, come on, best two out of three. Let's have another round."
Di Aixin glanced at him and spoke disdainfully. "No more. You never said it was best two out of three beforehand, so one round decided the winner. Though I'd definitely beat you even if we added ten