But... just as Pan Yue was about to make his move.
"Pan Yue, wait!"
Pan Cangheng's voice suddenly rang out.
His voice was not loud, yet it was like a heavy hammer striking the ground, forcibly suppressing the blood energy Pan Yue had just driven to its peak by several degrees.
Pan Yue halted, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Great Elder, what else is there?"
Pan Cangheng remained calm and said lightly, "Since this is a wager, both sides should have stakes. If you lose, you agree to do one thing for Fellow Daoist Su. Then... what if Fellow Daoist Su loses?"
As he finished speaking, Pan Cangheng's gaze fell on Su Shi'er, a gentle smile on his face.
Pan Yue was taken aback.
His fighting spirit had surged to his head just now, and he truly had not considered so much. Only after Pan Cangheng's reminder did he come to his senses.
At once, his gaze toward Su Shi'er gained several more traces of provocation.
"You human brat, you really are crafty.
"The Great Elder is right. If I lose, I'll agree to do one thing for you.
"But if you can't take this punch of mine, then what?"
Su Shi'er's expression did not change. His gaze swept over Pan Cangheng, and inwardly, he silently remarked that the man was seasoned indeed.
Pan Yue was battle-hungry and straightforward, with every thought written plainly across his face.
But Pan Cangheng, as the Great Elder of the Kuafu Clan, truly was not someone easy to deal with.
What seemed like an offhand reminder was in truth meant to keep him from obtaining Pan Yue's promise for nothing.
The thought flashed through his mind, and Su Shi'er smiled calmly.
"If Su cannot take this punch, I will return the fragment of the Great