Little Moustache said leisurely, "...Gentlemen, it's just a single Holy Word Stone. Why is everyone acting like we're facing a great enemy? Who here hasn't deciphered dozens, even hundreds, of them?"
Sang Hanhai's expression was cold. "Tang Chen, is your reason for being here the same as last time? To make a professional wager?"
Tang Chen ignored Sang Hanhai's coldness and chuckled. "Call it a friendly exchange. We'll add a little something to make it interesting, have a bit of fun. Why be so tense?"
"After all, we should be learning from one another. We in Yuan Capital still have much to learn from Ying Feng."
His words sounded humble, but they only made the expressions on Sang Hanhai and the others grow darker.
That was what the man had said last time, too. The result was half a year of public humiliation, forcing them to begrudgingly hand over the [Wise Man]. It was an utter disgrace.
