No one had expected Zhao Layue to stake the Unthought Sword.
As for whom she had bet on to win, no thought was needed to know the answer.
Immediately afterward, Yuan Qu and Ping Yongjia walked over as well.
Yuan Qu produced the still-unnamed Gray Strange Sword. Ping Yongjia felt around on his person for a long time before finally taking out, in great embarrassment, a flatbread A Piao had given him.
Zhuo Rusui coughed twice, made a show of searching himself for ages, and finally pulled out a gold leaf.
It was a truly shabby wager, worth even less than Ping Yongjia's flatbread.
On Heavenly Light Peak Summit, the breeze never ceased, nor did the footsteps. With Zhao Layue taking the lead, more and more people laid down their wagers.
The elders of the various peaks were all steady and sober, and naturally would not join in their antics. Even though Nan Wang had spoken, the vast majority of those participating in the betting were third-generation disciples.
What was surprising was that everyone had bet on Jing Jiu. Not a single person favored Fang Jingtian!
The Elders of Past Arrival Peak remained silent. Even if they wanted to salvage some face, what could they offer to match an Immortal Sword like the Unthought Sword?
Looking at Nan Wang's left side, piled with swords, a flatbread, and a gold leaf, then at her completely empty right side, True Person Guangyuan could not help sighing.
Even if Jing Jiu had entered the Heaven-Connecting Realm in Chaoge City, so little time had passed. How could he be a match for Fang Jingtian, an expert in the Heavenly Access Mid-Realm?
The reason was simple.
True Person Jingyang had never lost.
Neither had Jing Jiu.
Over the past century and more, Jing Jiu had