"Everyone... have you forgotten our earlier agreement?"
Gu Changqing spoke calmly.
Yet the moment he said this, the Four Saints froze in place.
Across heaven and earth, all living beings exchanged bewildered looks.
An agreement?!
What did that mean?!
But immediately afterward, some mighty experts caught on.
"Indeed... the Wine Sword Immortal and the Four Saints made a wager earlier."
"That's right. If Gu Changqing lost, the World-Destroying Mill would belong to the Four Saints."
"But conversely, if the Four Saints lost, each would have to leave behind a spirit treasure."
"Since the Four Saints now intend to retreat, they are conceding defeat."
"Heh, so the Wine Sword Immortal wants the Four Saints to leave their spirit treasures behind, or he won't let them leave?"
As these discussions rang out, countless living beings understood at once.
On the battlefield, the Four Saints' expressions abruptly darkened.
"Gu Changqing, you..."
"Hmph, don't take a mile when given an inch."
"We have already given up on the World-Destroying Mill. What more do you want?!"
The Four Saints angrily rebuked him without hesitation.
After all, they had suffered setback after setback, and their collection of spirit treasures was long past its former peak.
Gu Changqing, on the other hand, had even obtained a supreme killing treasure like the God-Slaying Spear.
How could the Four Saints willingly hand over more of their own spirit treasures?
That would only strengthen another while extinguishing their own prestige.
Dealing with Gu Changqing in the future would become even harder.
Gu Changqing seemed unsurprised by their words.
He tipped his head back and gulped down several mouthfuls of fine wine, a faint, unruffled smile appearing on his face.
"Heh..."
"So, you intend to go back on your word?"
He showed no sign of anger, merely asking with the breezy