He Pingsheng returned to the Commerce Association with an unruffled expression.
There were hardly any people inside.
"Did you win?" Ling Zhiwang asked.
His face was full of anticipation.
"I lost!" He Pingsheng said.
"What?" Hearing this, Ling Zhiwang lost his composure and came out from behind the counter. "Impossible... how could you lose?"
He Pingsheng looked dumbfounded. ...
Am I not fucking allowed to lose?
"What?" Xiao He came running out from somewhere. "Master... you lost?"
"How could you possibly fail to beat him?"
"Aren't you the strongest Golden Core cultivator?"
"Boohoo..."
Upon hearing that He Pingsheng had lost, Xiao He actually burst into heartbroken tears.
He Pingsheng looked himself up and down. Is it really that abnormal for me to lose?
"There, there..." He Pingsheng reached out and patted Xiao He's head. "Don't be upset. It was just one loss. Once my cultivation grows stronger, I'll win it back!"
"He was ranked first on the Dragon Stele, after all!"
"How could I compare?"
Xiao He clenched her hands into two pale little fists and rubbed her eyes hard.
Her tears still flowed without stopping. "I... I bet on you winning! My entire fortune is gone... you weren't the only one who lost. I lost too... boohoo..."
He Pingsheng: ...
Well, damn!
Well, damn, damn, damn... no wonder she was crying so hard. Fuck...
And here I thought she cared about me!
At that moment, He Pingsheng felt as though both the Grand Ancestor of the Great Void and Xiaoyaozi had possessed him. You unfilial disciple... you unfilial, unfilial disciple...
"Fellow Daoist Ling, don't tell me you placed a bet too?" He turned to look at Ling Zhiwang.
Ling Zhiwang gave an awkward smile. "Ahem... not much, not much..."
"Serves you right!"
He Pingsheng left him with those words,