Return to the Sect

The old man in the white robe glanced at Wang Yinru as he thought to himself. He felt that his placing a wager would indeed be beneficial.

After he wins the wager, they would be able to control the Dafang Sect at a minimal price, then wouldn't have to fight violently with the ancient martial arts practitioners in the series of the three big mountain ranges. Now that he was interested in the Dafang Sect, or rather he was interested in the heritage of the Ming Cult, he didn't mind ignoring other sects.

"Do you dare place a wager? Don't you already have the ancient martial arts in the series of the three big mountain ranges in your hands?" Wang Yinru asked with a cold laugh.

"A wager is possible, but it must be today," the old man in the white robe said stoically.

According to his experience, he had already guessed that this wager was merely a delaying tactic. Perhaps there was outside assistance coming to the series of the three big mountain ranges.