"Hmph! Count yourself lucky. Next time we meet, you won't get off so easily, you lucky bastard!" Old Devil Ning Du snorted at those words, but put his round bowl away.
"It's a pity I won't get to experience your Windfire Bowl, Brother Ning!" Spirit Daoist said with a chuckle.
"Please don't lose your tempers. The Spiritlight Lake Immortal Gathering is a grand occasion for the younger generation. We old men should stay out of it!" Chen Ping said from the side, trying to smooth things over.
"Hmph! The Spiritlight Lake Immortal Gathering! I wonder how many disciples of the so-called foremost righteous sect will make it into the top eighteen!" Old Devil Ning Du suddenly seemed to remember something and sneered coldly.
"Our Heavenly Dao Sect is just a minor sect. How many could possibly make it? We're lucky enough just to participate!" Spirit Daoist said unexpectedly, then changed tack. "Of course, we're still somewhat better than that third-rate Fire Dragon Palace!"
"Hmph, enough of your glib tongue. If you have the guts, let's make a wager and see which sect gets more disciples into the top eighteen," Ning Du snorted, suddenly making the proposal.
"You think I'm afraid of you? A wager it is!" Spirit Daoist agreed without hesitation.
"Good! If you lose, hand over that thing from back then!" A gleam flashed through Old Devil Ning Du's eyes as he spoke coldly.
"Heh, I was wondering why you'd suddenly changed your tune and wanted to wager with me. So you're still scheming to get your hands on that thing!" Spirit Daoist sneered. "You're on! If you lose, just give me one supreme dragon scale from your Fire Dragon Palace!"
"Well..." Old Devil Ning Du hesitated upon hearing that the stake was a supreme dragon scale, but when