Second Master Yang also said, "Brother Wang, I trust I need not stress the principle of honoring one's wager after losing. Three thousand spirit stones may not be a small sum, but for a great clan like the Wang family, I'm sure it is merely a drop in the bucket."
Hearing Second Master Yang's words, the onlookers beside them began to chuckle merrily.
"Three thousand spirit stones."
"Haha, now this is getting interesting."
"The Wang family has suffered a huge loss. Three thousand spirit stones is no small amount. That is enough spirit stones to nurture a genius!"
"Who can they blame? Wang Yong tried to renege on the wager, only to slap his own face."
"Hmph, would a clan as vast as our Wang family ever renege on a wager?" Listening to the chaotic discussions around him and seeing that he could no longer wriggle out of it, Wang Yong knew he had lost for certain. He naturally did not mind speaking plainly. "You two, prepare three thousand spirit stones and bring out that Purple Show Pill Furnace as well."
"Yes." The two Wang family servants also felt utterly ashamed. They slunk away to prepare Yang Chen's "spoils of war."
With Yang Chen's victory, he thoroughly won the delight of the Yang family's young members.
"Beautiful!"
"Haha, Brother Chen, you won magnificently."
"Seeing Wang Ren's expression makes me want to laugh. He shouted so fiercely at first that I thought he had some real skills. Who would have thought he was a coward?"
"What coward? That is called there is always someone stronger among the strong, and one mountain stands higher than the next. What meaning is there in Brother Chen defeating some coward? Brother Chen has true ability—Wang Ren merely met his match." Yang Yiming cursed angrily.
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