Facing Wang Hao's words, the old monk hesitated for a moment before saying flatly, "Is that true?"
"Truer than gold!"
Wang Hao patted his chest. "Though I, Wang Hao, am a despicable, shameless, lowly bastard."
"I'm the kind of man who doesn't get up early unless there's profit to be made."
"You blocked me for more than three hundred years, and I didn't kill you because these old bones of yours had no oil left to squeeze."
"But things are different now. Chen Changsheng openly declared that all prodigies could go challenge him to a wager."
"The loser forfeits his life; the winner takes the reward."
"With such a good deal, I have to take part!"
As he spoke, Wang Hao kept rubbing his hands together, unable to suppress the excitement in his eyes.
"Even so, how can you guarantee that you will not break your word?"
"My guarantee is worth no more than a fart. You wouldn't believe it even if I gave it."
"But if you don't trust me, you should at least trust Chen Changsheng."
"He has clearly stipulated that no faction may wage war during the Golden Age Gathering."
"If I let the Asura Tribe out, he truly will come deal with me."
Having received this answer, the old monk pondered for a moment. "Very well. Then this old monk shall make a gentleman's agreement with you."
"If the Buddha Country Buddha Child fails to convert the Child of the Forbidden Ground, this old monk will willingly come to the Nether River Forbidden Ground and pass away in meditation."
"Fuck!"
"When it comes to being shameless, you bald heads really take the crown!"
"So whether I win or lose, you still won't let me off?"
Facing Wang Hao's words, the old monk slowly rose to his