"Seven!"
"Eight!"
"Nine!"
"...!"
Old Wu in blue watched Little Songstress in the corridor. After an impassioned countdown, he saw the man actually sit cross-legged amid the boundless haoran qi. "It's over, it's over. He actually sat down... We lost. That black, chubby girl cleaned out every gambler here all by herself."
The brush hovered above the Dragon Gate, quietly radiating light, but no longer trembling.
A little crimson blood stained the corner of Tang Feng's mouth, but he sat cross-legged like an old monk in meditation, his expression serene, seemingly gaining some insight.
Those who could come to the side gate to watch or attempt the trial were all Supernatural Ability Users of considerable rank. As soon as they saw Tang Feng sit down, they knew those who had taken the bet had lost, and they felt somewhat envious. He had clearly gained some insight amid the haoran qi, which was why he had sat down to contemplate it.
"Little Songstress is amazing. An ignorant, lust-ridden fellow like him actually managed to gain some insight amid the Heaven and Earth Haoran Qi. Truly worthy of being the wife Li Yan chose." Ai Fei smiled as she remarked, "I win across the board. Nearly two hundred thousand Star Source in the bag."
"Marital property. Give me a share," Ren Ye said shamelessly.
"Heh." Ai Fei resumed her aloof expression and said coldly, "If you weren't short of money from organizing the construction of three Blessed Lands... you wouldn't be qualified to manage the accounts."
"You're quite right, my beloved consort. Let's drop the subject." Ren Ye smoothly changed the topic.
Xu Qingzhao's beautiful eyes shifted toward Tang Feng, who had already entered meditation. She smiled with pursed lips. "I'll try this brush too, and see just what makes it different."