As she spoke, a calculating glint appeared in Mu Junwu's eyes. She changed the subject. "If I recall, the Black Camp hasn't won a single time in four straight years, have they?"
Chu Aoqing nodded. "Ever since Shan Tianyu entered the Venerable Realm, the Black Camp hasn't won. After that, their numbers kept dwindling while the White Camp's grew, which ultimately created the situation we have today."
"But!"
The two suddenly exclaimed in unison, then turned to Mu Chen with knowing smiles. Mu Chen, however, was lost in thought about the system of rewards and punishments, completely oblivious to the change in their expressions.
But now, it seemed the goddess of victory was about to deliver a spark of hope to the Black Camp's side...
"So that's how it is." Mu Chen stroked his chin, finally getting it. 'Wait a minute.' He was startled when he suddenly noticed the two women looking at him with strange, smiling eyes. His heart skipped a beat. "But what?"
