In the previous match, Hetao had made a huge decision when she placed her bet on Lu Ye, because Tian Yan's reputation was well known, and she had not known whether Lu Ye could win.
Yet Lu Ye had actually won, though she had not understood what had happened.
She had not wanted to bet on this match. Abuluo's reputation was simply too great. She felt that no matter how strong Lu Ye was, he could not possibly surpass Abuluo. Betting would only be throwing money into the water, and she had already won enough before this.
But she could not withstand her master's persuasion and goading! Somehow, in a muddleheaded moment, she had wagered all her Asura Seals on Lu Ye.
It was too late for regrets now. Her palms were sweating from nerves as she could not help asking, "Master, who is stronger?"
The woman beside her stared fixedly at the battle in the Battle Arena, her expression incomparably grave. "Lu Ye has fallen into a disadvantage. This looks bad!"
"Ah..." Hetao's voice trembled, and her whole body went weak.
"I was lying to you. Look at how useless you are. You can't withstand even this little wind and rain? How are you supposed to take you out to see the wider world in the future?" The woman shot her disciple a glance. How could she know who was stronger? If she encountered such a clash outside, she could make a clear judgment through her divine sense. But the Battle Arena's barrier cut off her perception. With only her eyes, she could not see much at all.
"Master, you're hurting me." Hetao lowered her head to look at her hand, which her master was currently gripping in her palm.
Her master was clearly not as calm as she