"Disciple Zhen…., wait." A voice stopped Zhen Yuan.
At the same time, a middle-aged male cultivator flew onto the stage.
"Is there something?" Zhen Yuan asked.
"You are both disciples of the Tianxuan sect. Is there a need to be so harsh on disciple Zhou?" The man asked, but Zhen Yuan sneered before walking away.
Seeing this, the male cultivator frowned, suppressed his anger, and continued to plead with Zhen Yuan.
"Disciple Zhen, how many spirit stones will it take to release Zhou Yanyu from this wager?" He asked, and Zhen Yuan tilted his head with a mocking smile.
"I lack many things, except spirit stones." He said and walked away, but the male cultivator was not done.
"My name is Zhou Man, a sect elder and also an elder of the Zhou family. My clan will consider it a personal favour if you release Zhou Yanyu from the wager."
However, Zhen Yuan was not enticed.
