Staring at Taishu Jing in surprise, Miss Xiao Yue knew he was not joking. But was his Divine Sense truly that powerful? Even her young lady's Divine Sense had only reached the level of a Four-Turn Formation Seal. Why was such a young boy so confident?
"Fine, I'll bet with you. What are the stakes?" Unable to suppress her curiosity, Miss Xiao Yue agreed.
"How about this? If my Divine Sense reaches the level of a Four-Turn Formation Seal, then when I buy wine later, give me a fifty percent discount." A calculating gleam flashed through Taishu Jing's eyes.
"Fifty percent? That is not impossible. But what if you fail?" Miss Xiao Yue asked with a smile.
"No way, you're even going to haggle with me over that? That's a little too stingy," Taishu Jing said, curling his lip.
"Hehe, I knew you would say that. Don't worry, I was only teasing. No matter what, you are a guest of our Treasure Exchange Pavilion. We won't let you suffer a loss."
Miss Xiao Yue covered her mouth and laughed. She thought Taishu Jing was rather sly, but not in a way that made him unpleasant.
"That's more like it."
Looking at the formation stele before him, Taishu Jing extended a finger and lightly tapped it. The power of his Divine Sense bloomed from his fingertip and merged into the formation stele.
"Kid, that isn't how the formation stele is used. You have to use your Divine Sense to sense it. Don't tell me you think your Divine Sense has really reached the fourth turn? And you are only using one finger—putting on airs," Gu Lin sneered from the side as he watched Taishu Jing's actions.
The others also looked at Taishu Jing disdainfully. He did not even know how to