Murong Wudi gritted his teeth and refused Su Mo.
It was not that he wanted to go back on his word; he simply could not hand the Thousand Mountain Profound Gravity Art over to Su Mo. Otherwise, he would surely face severe punishment from his master.
In the Martial World, giving away martial arts bestowed by one's master was an absolute taboo for martial artists. At best, one would receive harsh punishment; at worst, one would be expelled from the sect.
Therefore, even if others saw him as a man who broke his word, Murong Wudi could not give the Thousand Mountain Profound Gravity Art to Su Mo.
After pondering briefly, Murong Wudi added, "Su Mo, although I cannot give you this cultivation art, I will give you a treasure of equal value."
Su Mo narrowed his eyes and said, "Murong Wudi, you actually went back on your word. You placed the wager yourself—do you intend to renege on it now?"
Su Mo did not want any other treasure. The Thousand Mountain Profound Gravity Art was simply too well-suited to him.
Murong Wudi's expression turned ugly. He cupped his fists toward Su Mo and said, "Su Mo, it is not that I wish to break my word. I truly have no choice! Please forgive me!"
Murong Wudi knew he was in the wrong, so his tone toward Su Mo became considerably more courteous.
Su Mo's face remained cold. He said nothing, merely staring fixedly at the other man.
Murong Wudi felt somewhat uneasy. He truly feared that Su Mo would stubbornly refuse to let the matter go. Otherwise, he would be unable to step down from this stage today—after all, countless members of the Heavenly Spirit Sect were watching!
Su Mo remained silent for a long time. Then, after what