Qingyun Daoist stared at Qin Tian, looking him over and over.
Qin Tian said, "What is it, do you think my bet isn't big enough?"
"If you're not satisfied with me forfeiting three years of True Qi if I lose, then how about ten years?"
Qingyun Daoist blinked her eyes, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Alright! Since you've made this bet, I'll take it."
"I won't bully you; if you lose, vanish from the sight of me and Yan Lingshuang. But before vanishing, you must forfeit three years of True Qi!"
"However, if you win, I can only promise you that I won't obstruct your pursuit of Yan Lingshuang from my side. But whether my disciple agrees to your courtship is up to you; I cannot interfere."
This bet, on the surface, seemed like Qin Tian was at a great loss.
Especially from Qingyun Daoist's perspective.
Because she understood her disciple the best; over the years, there have been thousands of men who have sought Yan Lingshuang's love.
