Whenever this matter is brought up, Young Master Jia just can't control himself, grinding his teeth and glaring at Chu Feng.
When Chu Feng took out the jade pendant, Young Master Jia hated him even more to the point of insanity.
His gaze was like a starving wolf that had spotted delicious prey, fixed fiercely on the jade pendant in Chu Feng's hand.
"Speak, how shall we gamble this time?" Young Master Jia's voice was icy and bone-piercing. He desperately wanted to win back that jade pendant; otherwise, he wouldn't stoop to engage with Chu Feng, a lowly Outer Disciple.
"Heh heh, weren't you mocking me that I couldn't pass the third barrier? Shall we bet on this, do you dare?"
"If I lose, I'll return the jade pendant to you. If I win, I want 500,000 silver taels." Chu Feng was originally worried about where he would earn the money to gather the medicinal materials needed to reach the Late-stage Great Sword Master realm.
