The disciple holding the Image Recording Stone stroked his chin, his face full of mockery as he laughed. "Gambling is way too unreliable. If you bet wrong, you lose everything."
"But Image Recording Stones are a business that guarantees profit without loss. Even if Ye Lin loses, it won't matter much. Just think about it—the battle for Nameless Mountain's Sect Master position, with sequence disciples fighting one another. Isn't that title enticing enough?"
One Image Recording Stone was worth three Low-Tier Spirit Stones, yet it could be resold for a hundred Low-Tier Spirit Stones apiece.
And the market covered all Five Prefectures of the Human Race. After all, they were all rather curious about Nameless Mountain's next Sect Master.
This wave was guaranteed profit, no loss.
Seeing this, the three Heavenly Lords watching from outside all nodded, their faces filled with satisfaction.
Taichu's disciple was quite good. His temperament, potential, talent, comprehension, and combat strength were all beyond reproach. He was suited to be Sect Master.
Those who could become Nameless Mountain's Sect Master were the kind who could find no opponent within the same realm throughout all Five Prefectures of the Human Race.
If you could not even suppress those of the same realm, how could you become Sect Master?
"Since the result has been decided, everyone, come out. The Sect Master succession ceremony will begin immediately."
The Heavenly Lord's voice echoed through the entire pocket world. Anyone who was not an idiot could hear the urgency in his tone.
Hearing this, the disciples who had been grinning happily moments ago all turned solemn. No one here was an idiot; they all knew that the greater the urgency, the worse the situation was.
As figure after figure flew out of the pocket world, all the remaining disciples of Nameless