A night passed without a word, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the next day.
After fermenting for a night, Chu Chen's name had spread almost throughout Black Mist City.
Among them, it wasn't just the large bet from last night, but also Dong Hanyang's contributions.
With his fanning the flames, the rumors that he intended to take Chu Chen as a disciple spread among the major families.
Inside the Vermilion Bird Daoist School, Zhang Kun looked at Li Dehai, his gaze full of anger that he could no longer suppress.
"Can't you even manage the most basic restraint?"
Upon hearing this, Li Dehai's expression changed dramatically, and he quickly stood up to explain, "I didn't expect that kid to have such a mysterious skill with betting eggs. I only wanted to get a bit of interest back and at the same time lower their alertness."
