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Yun Chujiu smiled. "Of course I dare, but this bet isn't very attractive. How about an additional million low-grade Spirit Stones?"

Feng Ming hurriedly stopped Zhuo Piaoyu. "Junior Sister Zhuo, I'm doing this for your own good. Don't gamble anymore!"

Originally, Zhuo Piaoyu was still slightly hesitant. Hearing Feng Ming's words, she immediately said, "Alright! I promise you! If I lose, not only will I voluntarily give up my identity as a successor disciple, but I'll also lose one million low-grade Spirit Stones to you! What if you lose?"

"If I lose, then I won't be a successor disciple anymore. I'll give you the million low-grade Spirit Stones! It's a deal then. Whoever goes back on their word is a wuss!" Yun Chujiu said with a smile. She was going to make another small fortune! This girl possessed this sort of mysterious confidence!