A Bet

"No, I only want this horse." Feng Wu pointed at the scrawny horse and spoke with a smile.

Everyone began to give Feng Wu strange looks.

She had to be out of her mind.

How was that horse ever going to win against Sefiro's?

Sefiro was about to say something, when Feng Wu waved her hand and gave her verdict. "Don't bother. I've made up my mind."

Sefiro smirked. "Since you're going to lose for sure, I won't stop you. That bet still counts when you lose."

When Sefiro and Feng Wu were choosing the horses, word of their race spread. Everyone heard about it.

Apart from how Jun Wuxia and Zuo Qingyu were spreading the news, the others were mainly interested in the bet.

If Feng Wu lost, she would give up on Jun Linyuan. That condition alone was enough to fill everyone with expectation over this bet.

Even Emperor Wu heard about it.

Emperor Wu and Chieftain Senal were chatting over tea with their vassals sitting around them.