In an instant, Chen Fengxiao, Tianmu Peak's undisputed number one figure, nearly fainted. "I already explained it clearly to you. Those few pills don't match your status. You... you gritted your teeth, and I thought you'd at least put up ten taels of gold. But in the end... sigh, forget it. Just... just pretend you don't know me."
But placing a bet with a few pills did not seem like something a Great Leader such as himself could do. So he looked up—and sure enough, Qiu Weicheng, who had just been leaning over to speak with Zhang Xiaohua, was now, like the other Grass Division disciples, looking all around as though saying, I know nothing, don't bother me.
Chen Fengxiao called out, "Junior Brother Qiu, Junior Brother Qiu?"
Only then did Qiu Weicheng seem to awaken from a dream. With a helpless expression, he turned back and asked, "Great Leader Chen, what is it?"
"Junior Brother Qiu, stop playing dumb. Go on. In your name, follow our little brother's wishes and place two Blood Replenishing Pills as stakes, betting that our little brother will definitely win."
"Great Leader Chen, that would not be appropriate, would it? However you put it, I am your right-hand man. Using stakes like this to place a bet would not only disgrace me, but also disgrace you, Great Leader."
Chen Fengxiao waved a hand. "I don't care. This matter is yours now. Handle it as you see fit."
Then he pointed at Zhang Xiaohua. "Our Grass Division brothers are out there ahead, throwing away their heads and spilling their hot blood for us. We cannot let him have any worries behind him. You must see this matter through properly."
"Isn't that right, little brother?"
Zhang Xiaohua chuckled and cupped his hands toward Qiu Weicheng. "I'll