Everyone in Qi Sect was looking at Zhang Bin with a mischievous smile, thinking, "Even if you win a bet, so what? Our Sect Master is the Shameless Gambling Saint, how could he let you take advantage?"
However, the mischievous smiles on their faces quickly froze.
The pride on Qi Duo Tian Gong's face also vanished instantly.
Because not only did Little Fatty not fly over, but instead he landed in Zhang Bin's palm, waving his tiger paws at Qi Duo Tian Gong and shouting, "Qi Duo Tian Gong, stop being sentimental. My master is Zhang Bin, and I was just talking to Zhang Bin."
"Good little one."
Zhang Bin smiled as he stroked Little Fatty's head with his other hand.
And Little Fatty looked utterly content.
It seemed like a beautiful picture of master and servant harmony.
"How is this possible?"
Every Refining Grandmaster was completely dumbfounded, their faces full of disbelief, their eye orbs about to fall out of their sockets.
