Hearing this, Ye Yun was taken aback as well. Somewhat puzzled, he asked, "Brother, why is that?
"Even if we have no hope of taking the championship, we shouldn't have to hand over True Martial Hearts, should we?"
"Brother Ye, I am Jin Yuanbao, from White Tiger Island.
"What you don't know is that it would have been one thing if Ninth Revolution of the Core Elixir Realm martial artists like us had not come to the True Martial Tower.
"But once we come here, we must hand over five thousand True Martial Hearts as stakes for those Spirit Sea Realm martial artists.
"This rule was set jointly by those few. Do you think refusing to pay is an option?" Jin Yuanbao said helplessly.
If he had known things would turn out this way, he definitely would not have come to challenge the True Martial Tower.
He had painstakingly gathered True Martial Hearts for several months, only to lose one-third of them in one stroke now.
Jin Yuanbao felt like a mute swallowing bitter yellow coptis—he had bitterness in his heart but no words to speak of it.
After hearing Jin Yuanbao's explanation, Ye Yun's heart remained utterly still.
He had long since grown accustomed to such things.
In this world, only the biggest fist was the truth. Everything else was like flowers in a mirror and the moon reflected in water.
"Brother Jin, there are so many Ninth Revolution of the Core Elixir Realm martial artists here. Can't everyone join forces to stand against them?
"To simply hand over the True Martial Hearts they collected for nothing—I imagine no one is willing to accept that, right?" Ye Yun asked tentatively.
For him, there was only one thing he needed to worry about now.
That was whether those Spirit Sea