"Now that I have a spot to enter the Sword Pool, I'll go take a look. There's no need for you to see me off!"
Ignoring the furious, near-insane Lu Tao, Lu Zichao, and the others, Nie Yun waved his hand and turned to leave.
"Hold it..."
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Lu Tao felt much of the pent-up gloom in his chest ease. His eyes turned bloodshot as he beckoned Lu Zichao and the others over, surrounding himself with them.
"What? Can't accept defeat, so you want to make a move?"
How could Nie Yun not understand their intentions upon seeing this? He smiled faintly.
It seemed that after two consecutive wagers, not only had he failed to lose his spot, but they had suffered greater and greater losses. Lu Tao and the others had run out of patience and intended to settle things once and for all.
"That's right. I've already spread word of the wager. This place is remote; even if you never return, we can simply say that you coveted the treasures and rashly rushed before the Tomb of Attire, only to be... slain by sword intent! Don't worry, we'll kill you quickly. You won't feel any pain!"
Lu Tao spoke in a cold, sinister voice.
"So you had already plotted this before bringing me here!"
Nie Yun was not surprised by his words.
When he had asked to see the Tomb of Attire, Lu Tao had brought him over without the slightest hesitation and had even carefully explained its peculiarities. That in itself was abnormal. It seemed Lu Tao had made his plans long before coming here. As long as he lured Nie Yun over, regardless of whether he won or lost the wager, he would make his move!
Originally, Lu Tao had thought