People fight for a shred of pride; Buddhas receive a stick of incense. That was Black Mist's mindset now.
That was precisely how Black Mist felt now.
When that kid loses to Xia Heng, I'll just say he didn't perform well.
Besides, he's a newcomer. It's perfectly normal for him to fail the Second Floor.
Black Mist muttered inwardly.
"Hahaha, bets down, hands off! Bets down, hands off!"
Monkey was overjoyed. He exclaimed excitedly, "Anyone else want in? I'm the banker. Everyone's welcome to place a bet."
"I'm in."
"Me too."
"How could I miss something this fun?"
The others all joined in enthusiastically.
"You lot." The Golden Man smiled and shook his head, though a trace of excitement shone in his amber eyes as well.
With a slap, the Golden Man brought out ten divine crystals too.
He slammed them down on the side betting that Qin Hao would lose.
The others were no exception.
Whether it was the Golden Man or anyone else, they all bet on Qin Hao losing.
To them, the wager itself did not matter. What mattered was joining in and having a part in the conversation.
"Good, good, good! Now I'm going to make a tidy profit."
Monkey's eyes lit up, and he chuckled.
"Oh? A profit? What are you all doing? What's so interesting that you didn't invite me?"
Just as Monkey finished speaking, an intrigued voice drifted in from beyond the space.
Almost at the same instant.
With a whoosh.
A smiling young man dressed in a blue robe appeared out of thin air before them.
"Brother Qingyun."
"Brother Qingyun."
The Golden Man, Monkey, Black Mist, and everyone else hurriedly cupped their hands in greeting, showing considerable respect.
The newcomer was none other than.
Pang Qingyun!
Pang Qingyun first glanced