"Zhou Li, victory."
After Zhuge Qing announced Zhou Li's victory, Chou Yan and Huang Toutian's gazes were fixed on Sima Lian's Wu Qian. After being stared at for several minutes, Wu Qian, who couldn't save face any longer, reluctantly pulled out a top-grade Cloud Stone and tossed it into the hands of the two men.
"Still betting?"
Huang Toutian asked amicably:"The next match will be your disciple."
"Of course, bet!"
Wu Qian immediately became interested, confidently saying:"I'll surely bet on my disciple winning; isn't it obvious?"
"Ten top-grade Cloud Stones, Tang Wan wins."
Huang Toutian said without hesitation.
"Hahahahahahahahaha."
Wu Qian burst into laughter, then said seriously:"Fifty top-grade Cloud Stones, my disciple wins!"
Chou Yan approached again, with a high and cold appearance that was infuriating, calmly saying:
"Fifty top-grade Cloud Stones, Tang Wan wins."
"Why again with this?!"
