By then, even Yao Yuekong and the other outstanding young talents of the Demon Race were somewhat speechless.
Lu Chen wore an expression that practically begged for a beating, as though he were a Source Arts Grandmaster.
No!
Even a Source Arts Grandmaster would not be this arrogant. Such figures carried their pride in their bones; even when it surfaced in their words, it would be subtle.
"Esteemed seniors!" Looking at the old men, Lu Chen revealed an almost imperceptible smile and raised his chin. "Since you don't believe I'm an expert in Source Arts, how about we settle the matter through a wager here in the Gambling on Stones workshop?"
"You want to wager against us with this stone?" One of the old men reached out and took the head-sized stone, examining it carefully for quite some time with all his knowledge and experience in Source Arts.
Afterward, the other old men likewise inspected it several times. Unfortunately, none of them could determine whether it contained anything rare.
They were either Supreme Elders of a Holy Land or Supreme Elders of some great sect whose power stood just below that of the Holy Lands.
They all had one thing in common: with little of their lifespan remaining, they spent year after year frequenting the various Heaven-Class Stone Workshops, hoping to gamble their way to a chance at survival.
They had already examined every stone in the garden many times. They had found nothing before, and they still could not make anything of them now.
"Boy, how much source do you have to wager against us?" The old man in blue was named Chen Yuping. He was a Supreme Elder of the Yin-Yang Sect, one of the Hundred Schools and Teachings of the Central Plains, and was permanently stationed in