Wouldn't that be a bit too much?
After a brief silence.
Sword Venerable: "Sure, sure."
Sword Ancestor: "We can give it a try."
Tyrant Sovereign: "Count me in. /thumbs-up"
Pill Ancestor: "What a sin..."
Pill Ancestor: "I'm going too."
Artifact Sovereign: "+1"
Hong Sovereign: "..."
These people, honestly...
Hong Sovereign: "Count me in too, then."
Yuanjun: "I'm going too."
Charm Ancestor: "Alright, alright, then let's all go."
Almost everyone had become interested.
Spirit Ancestor: "Fine, I'm going too."
Charm Ancestor: "Eh?! /shocked"
Charm Ancestor: "You're going too?"
That truly caught her off guard—or rather, no one else in the group had expected her to get involved in something like this either.
After all, Ning Ruo was a genuine shut-in. When she had nothing to do, she did not even lurk in the group chat.
Spirit Ancestor: "Is there a problem?"
Charm Ancestor: "No... /timid"
Sword Ancestor: "Since we're changing the rules that were set beforehand, we should first inform the Sect Masters."
Sword Ancestor: "I'll handle that."
The Sect Masters had all been running themselves ragged for this Immortal Sect Grand Competition. They could hardly just deploy avatars inside without saying anything.
And so, two minutes later.
Within the Immortal Sect Grand Competition venue, the seven Immortal Sect Masters watched the Xuanxiang World floating quietly before them, observing the circumstances of every participant within.
As usual, Du Ruoheng, Cheng Junming, and Qin Wei had made a bet.
They bet on which sect's disciple would take first place in the Spirit Transformation division. The two losers would have to call the winner "Dad."
It was so childish that it barely seemed like something Immortal Sect Masters would do...
At first, they had merely wagered some resources. But Qin Wei, that crude brute with the foul mouth, had been so obnoxious that