Zhuang Ling's words reached every ear with crystal clarity.
But the others still seemed unwilling to accept it.
"How is that possible?"
"Senior Brother Zhuang, have you lost your mind?"
"Senior Brother Zhuang..."
Zhuang Ling raised a hand to stop the others from speaking, then slowly said, "A loss is a loss!"
"Though we lost this round and lost the wager, there are still two rounds left!"
The others immediately fell silent, though unwillingness still showed on their faces.
Zhuang Ling looked at Jiang Feng, then slowly spoke. "Thank you, Junior Brother Jiang Feng."
He knew perfectly well why Jiang Feng had interrupted his deduction.
For that very reason, he would never bite back at Jiang Feng just to win.
Jiang Feng smiled faintly. "If Senior Brother Zhuang is willing, we can continue with another wager."
Zhuang Ling waved his hand. "No need. From this day onward, I, Zhuang Ling, will be at your disposal."
The others let out long breaths upon hearing this. Though somewhat unwilling, they too declared their stance.
After all, at their level of cultivation, they could not go against their Dao hearts and do something as faithless as breaking their word.
Thus, in the first round of the discussion on alchemy—the debate on the Dao—Jiang Feng had not only taken a commanding lead with a high score of sixteen points and secured victory in the round, but had also gathered six masters at the ninth level of the Four Forms Realm in one stroke. All of them were alchemy experts with immense prestige within the inner sect and even the Golden Summit Hall!
With them, why would Jiang Feng need to worry about having no power base in the inner sect!?
Winning the first round did not mean Jiang Feng had already won outright.
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