"Hahaha."
Du Busi laughed heartily, his voice echoing through the Papal Hall.
"Then sorry for the trouble, Brother Qian!"
"A trifling matter."
Qian Daoliu smiled faintly, his gaze turning once more to Long Aoyu beside them.
"With young friend Long, a future deity, anchoring your sect, winning this tournament should be as easy as turning over your hand."
Qian Daoliu could tell at a glance that Long Aoyu was already a Soul Emperor.
Du Busi waved a hand in feigned modesty.
"Our Body Sect's team may be strong, but the other teams are no mediocrities either."
Looking at him, Qian Daoliu suddenly changed tack. "Brother Du, why don't we make a wager?"
"Oh?"
Du Busi's interest was immediately piqued. "What sort of wager?"
"On the champion of this Soul Master Tournament."
Qian Daoliu spoke slowly. "If your sect takes the championship, you win. If my Spirit Hall's team wins the championship, I win."
Without the slightest hesitation, Du Busi immediately burst out laughing. "Certainly! And the stakes?"
A faint smile curved Qian Daoliu's lips. "How about leaving the stakes for the eventual winner to decide?"
Beside them, something stirred in Long Aoyu's mind.
Qian Daoliu's move was rather strange. He had already seen that Long Aoyu was a Soul Emperor, yet still dared to make this wager.
Long Aoyu did not believe Qian Daoliu thought Hu Liena and the other two could beat him. This old fellow definitely had another card up his sleeve!
Still, Long Aoyu was not worried, merely a little curious.
"Agreed!"
Du Busi barely took a moment to weigh it up, his confidence in Long Aoyu and the entire Body Sect team absolute.
"I accept this wager."
"Good."
Qian Daoliu's smile deepened. "A gentleman's word cannot be overtaken by a team of four horses!"
"Indeed. A