"Wait, Xia, my friend."
Kuer suddenly spoke up. "Whatever you do, don't act rashly. Your strength may be impressive, but taking on ten people at once is still very difficult."
"And a thousand Yin-Yang Pills is no small sum. Earning them back won't be easy, either."
He tried to persuade Xia Ping tactfully, hoping he would call off the wager. Clearly, Kuer thought Xia Ping was being far too impulsive. He was practically giving away his Yin-Yang Pills.
Besides, Yin-Yang Pills were extremely important in the Universe Sect. They were practically universal currency, and earning a large amount took a long time—or meant taking enormous risks.
If Yin-Yang Pills were really that easy to earn, everyone would be rich.
"Kuer, Xia Ping isn't worried. Why are you getting worked up?"
"Exactly. Xia is a Saint's disciple, a genius among geniuses. How could ordinary people like us compare?"
"That's right. If Xia wants to give the ten of us some pointers, let him. Why try to stop him?"
"A duel always has winners and losers. Do you have to be sure you'll win before you fight? If so, what's the point of fighting at all?"
Tang Mingchen and the others shouted, frowning at Kuer with displeasure. They thought he was getting in the way of their fortune and was being rather ungrateful.
"It's fine. It's just a spar, and even if I lose, it doesn't matter. It's only a thousand Yin-Yang Pills. That's a small sum." Xia Ping put on an ostentatiously wealthy air.
Tang Mingchen and the others were all incredibly jealous. Seeing Xia Ping looking so smug, they were sure the North Nether Saint had given him all those Yin-Yang Pills. Otherwise, how could he possibly have a thousand?
As disciples of elders, they had only received ten Yin-Yang