"There was no miracle..."
Perfected One Qinghua clutched his head, staring blankly at the arena, where Li Guantang had been knocked flat by Yue Wen. He still harbored one last ember of hope that this was all an act, that Li Guantang would suddenly get up and turn the tables on Yue Wen.
But the scene he imagined never happened. Instead, the announcement declared Yue Wen the winner.
The Hetu Team, on which so many had pinned their hopes, had fallen in the top sixteen.
It plunged him into despair on the spot.
His despair ran far deeper than even that of the Li Family.
"Yue Wen, a Northern Sky independent cultivator, beat all four members of the greatest clan of our time in succession. That was already the greatest miracle, yet here you are mourning," Perfected One Nagiko sneered. "You really have laid bare the depraved nature of a gambling addict."
"What business is it of yours?" Perfected One Qinghua looked wooden, even his retort sounding dull. "I'll give you everything I owe you. I'm not going to welch. Isn't that enough?"
"That's more like it." Perfected One Nagiko nodded in satisfaction. "A good dog, as gambling dogs go."
"You..." Listening to her praise, Perfected One Qinghua felt there was something rather odd about it.
But he no longer had the strength to argue with Perfected One Nagiko. He had invested too much mental energy just now, and seeing Li Guantang's crushing defeat left him feeling empty all at once-of course, mental energy was not all he had invested in this match.
Apart from him, whose interests made him wish for Yue Wen's defeat, everyone from the Azurefall Profound Gate smiled.
Venerable Yuezun said, "This young man Nagiko brought along really is excellent. Not taking him as your disciple