"Past wagering agreements were far too brief, and many details were never clearly specified.
Now, let's draw up a new agreement in front of everyone and spell out every provision to avoid disputes afterward.
A little time spent now will save us a great deal of time later. What do you think?"
Cang Yan hesitated at those words. Though he found it somewhat strange, he still nodded. "Fair enough."
Hang Yan then had someone carefully write the agreement on a long scroll, listing the best-of-three rules, the ownership of the territory after the outcome, and the stipulation that neither side could seek revenge afterward.
The scroll was over a meter long, covered in tiny writing. They revised it three times before finalizing it.
While the agreement was being written, Hong Ling led her people in keeping a close watch on the other side.
First were Cang Yan's two usual subordinates, one on either side of him. Both were at radiant god ninth rank, with nothing particularly special about them.
Only one man stood out, seated among the crowd, tall and powerfully built, with a gloomy expression.
He wore gray-white battle armor, with a curved saber hanging at his waist.
Red cloth strips were wrapped around its hilt, as though soaked in blood.
That was the renowned Falling Moon Blade.
"They say he's one of the strongest radiant god tier fighters in the Iron Order Alliance.
Who knows what fortune Cang Yan paid to bring him here?"
The pale-faced scholar had appeared beside her at some point and spoke quietly.
Hong Ling's expression shifted. "What would your chances be against him?"
"Twenty percent," the pale-faced scholar answered without hesitation.
Hong Ling sighed softly.
The gap was far too wide.
By the look of things, they could only rely on Xu Feng.