A Promise From Shuang Xueming
Editor: Atlas Studios
Qing Lin's short sentence immediately caused Shuang Xueming's face to turn black. For a moment, even though his mouth was slightly opened, he was actually unable to say another word.
What could he say at a time like this?
That he, Shuang Xueming, the son of King Han of the extreme north, was just joking and that he actually wanted this Millennium Cold Chalcedony?
Shuang Xueming gritted his teeth. He seemed to be able to feel the mocking gazes coming from the other Heaven Seat mystical realms.
Obviously, his competitors were starting to enjoy a good show!
The Millennium Cold Chalcedony was something that he must obtain.
However, he had already said those definitive words just now. If he went back on his word in public, his reputation would probably fall to the rock bottom in an instant.
At that time, he would always be a laughing stock whenever they mentioned his name!
"I have to think of a way."