Chu Kuangren returned to the spectator stands and saw Murong Xuan slumped on the ground, his face deathly pale and fine beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
"What happened to him? Are his injuries too severe?"
Without a second thought, Chu Kuangren cast the Spring Wind Transforming Rain Technique on him, and Murong Xuan's injuries rapidly healed.
Yet he remained slumped on the ground, his whole body weak.
"Sect Leader, he was scared out of his wits."
Junyi spoke from beside him, amused.
"Scared?"
"Yes."
After defeating Li Yin and returning, Murong Xuan had heard about Chu Kuangren's wager with the fifteen Saintly Dao Traditions.
The news had nearly scared his soul out of his body on the spot. He did not even dare imagine how much the Mystic Heaven Sect would have had to pay if he had lost.
Wouldn't that have made him the Mystic Heaven Sect's sinner for all eternity?!
Just thinking about that situation had left him unable to stand steadily.
"Sect Leader, you really dared to gamble like that. What would we have done if I'd lost? My life isn't worth that many spirit stones."
Murong Xuan wanted to cry but had no tears.
"But did you lose?"
"No."
"Then isn't that all that matters?" Chu Kuangren said calmly.
That trust weighed heavily on Murong Xuan's heart. He almost burst into tears and wanted to rush forward to hug Chu Kuangren.
Chu Kuangren kicked him away. "We won quite a lot today. Once we get back, whatever you want to eat or do for fun, it's all on me."
"Long live the Sect Leader!"
Everyone was incredibly excited.
"Sect Leader, look, you placed that wager on my account, after all. Could you share a little with me?" Murong Xuan asked shamelessly.
"No."
"Come