"Old friend, such a heavy wager hardly seems your style..."
Atop Heavenly Capital Peak on Yellow Mountain, Yang Potian and Zhou Yin sat facing each other above a sea of clouds stretching ten thousand miles, with all the mountains dwarfed beneath them. Their powerful auras clashed head-on, as though two banks of dark clouds were wrestling in the void, inspiring dread in anyone who looked upon them.
It was Yang Potian who spoke. Gazing out over the magnificent sea of clouds he had admired for decades without ever tiring of it, he remarked with a faint, ambiguous smile. His casual tone made it sound like idle conversation between friends.
"You placed your wager too early, and staked too much..."
Zhou Yin sat perfectly upright on a meditation cushion. Wisps of white steam rose from the hot tea before him, yet he showed no intention of removing the featureless Black Iron Mask to take a sip. "I was dragged into this gamble by you people, and had no choice but to match your heavy stakes."
"You should know I had no choice!"
Yang Potian shook his head slightly, his gaze unfocused, and spoke flatly.
Zhou Yin said, "You did have a choice. You simply chose wrong."
Yang Potian frowned almost imperceptibly. Looking at Zhou Yin, he asked earnestly, "Yang Erlang has been active for barely two and a half years, even counting generously. Where does all this confidence in him come from?"
Zhou Yin remained unmoved. After a moment of silence, he replied coolly, "You should know that I won't say what I shouldn't. But I warned you... not to make an enemy of Yang Erlang!"
Why did he have such confidence in Yang Erlang?
Because he was the only Peerless Grandmaster alive who had personally seen Yang Erlang draw his