Lian Pingchao showed no sign of heartache over the expense. Instead, he calmly transmitted his voice: "I accepted the wager, and I'll accept the loss. From now on, whenever Yun Fang earns merit, I'll give him a thousand jin of dragon-pattern rice. If I don't have enough, I'll use my properties in Qingyang City to settle the debt!"
"Good!"
Wei Huangan gave a soft sigh. "How is this a hall? It's clearly an entire city. It's just far too empty. Tsk, tsk, look at the carvings on the walls and the other decorations. Every piece of jade is a rare divine treasure. This place truly is a hall overflowing with gold and jade. Compared to this, my City Lord Residence isn't even a thatched hut!"
"Huangan, do you like this place?" Mo Yao asked.
"Of course I do. Unfortunately, I can't quite bear to lay hands on it. Every mural and wall carving is a treasure left behind by the Ancient Dragon Race. They're better off staying in this hall. Mm, I've decided: I won't touch any treasure that requires damaging the building to obtain. After all, we aren't demon barbarians. Only those beastlike demon barbarians would destroy things to seize them. Come, let's see if there are any ordinary treasures!"
Wei Huangan's party rode their war-poem dragon horses at a gallop through the hall, which spanned more than ten li.
The parties from the Meng Family, Xun Household, and Zeng Family did not move out immediately. Instead, they discussed matters privately through voice transmissions.
Mo Yao glanced at the others, then led his party charging straight ahead, clearly very interested in this front hall.
Soon, the Xun Household made its decision and headed forward. A few breaths later, however, its leader, Xun Pingyang, raised a hand to halt everyone.