A confident smile touched Qin Gang's lips. His fingertips tapped lightly on the table as his gaze fell upon Bai Bing, and he slowly said, "You just agreed to accept Yang Jing, that disciple with an Eighth-Grade Root Bone. Since that's the case, it couldn't be more fitting to use him as the stake in a wager over our Martial Dao philosophies."
Bai Bing did not speak, merely nodding slightly to indicate he should continue. Her cool expression betrayed little emotion.
At the side, Zhou Yunyi shed her previous air of nonchalance. Her shapely brows arched slightly as her gaze shifted between the two, a clear spark of interest in her eyes. She was obviously curious about the specific terms of the bet.
