"Pei Yuhang!"
Hearing his incredibly audacious remark, Ji Xichan's beautiful eyes, usually as cold as frost, were now filled with shame and anger. A hint of panic flickered in their depths, betraying none of the dignity and composure expected of a Divinity Transformation Stage expert.
The young woman's pretty face instantly flushed a deep crimson, as if a single touch would draw blood. She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling slightly as she forced herself to appear calm.
"Y-You, what nonsense are you spouting! Who would make that kind of bet with you!"
Pei Yuhang, however, paid no mind to Ji Xichan's shame and anger. He remained as unruffled as a calm cloud or a light breeze, as if his previous words had just been a casual comment.
