87 The Main Tournament (3)

"L-Lady Qing...are you sure about betting that much?" Li Hai Tang murmured, so taken aback that he stuttered a bit, despite usually being very calm and composed. The other two patriarchs were also gaping in shock.

Qing Xin didn't respond, but instead looked towards the transparent speaker room across from their seats. Song Qian Long was currently preparing to announce the start of the first match.

"Lady Qing, I recommend lowering your bet," Xuan Yang suggested. "After all, should you lose, the Qing family will be completely depleted of all land..."

Qing Xin glanced at Xuan Yang in disdain. "Hmph. If you're so concerned, there's always the option of not taking anything even if you win."

"Ah...hahahaha...." Xuan Yang laughed awkwardly, having being caught off guard with this statement.

"Still," Li Hai Tang joined in. "Lady Qing, Class D does not have a chance of winning this tournament. I suggest you reconsider."