The atmosphere was becoming increasingly unfavorable for Zuzi Xi.
Gu Jingyan suddenly stood up, furrowing his brows as he slammed the table, "Enough! This is boring!"
Wu Qianman covered her mouth, finally unable to hold back her sobs, "Zuzi, please don't agree to their terms, sob..."
Contrary to this, Zuzi Xi herself remained calm.
"These broken clay figures truly have no reverence for the word spirit... Oh well, Ancestor will give you all a chance to relearn how to be human."
She remarked, nodding swiftly, "Ancestor agrees to your bet."
Little clay figures, remember to accept your loss gracefully.
Everyone: "...!" Are you out of your mind? What kind of Ancestor do you think you are? Prepare to eat shit live.
After making the bet with everyone, Zuzi Xi stepped out.
