Bet on what?

Blue cloud Peak was the highest peak within ten thousand miles of tingxi city.

Two old figures stood opposite each other on the peak that looked like it had been cut by knives and axes. The same coarse robe, the same hunched figure, and even the movement of his hands in his sleeves were exactly the same.

The biting cold night wind blew up the corners of their clothes, but the two figures did not move an inch.

Two hours, four hours, three hours had passed. The sky was starting to show a hint of white, but the two of them still did not move. If one did not look carefully, they would think that they were two statues carved out of bluestone.

"After twenty years, you still can't beat me." Shangguan zhenhe finally spoke.

"You can't beat me either." Ling Xuantong rolled his eyes and said,"I will return the favor from 20 years ago to you one day."

"Do you really think that the Ling family will be able to turn the tables?" Shangguan zhenhe said with a sneer.