Although Chu Fengmian was ecstatic in his heart, his expression remained as calm as ever as he spoke.
Upon hearing this, Mu Shao almost coughed up blood. This was a spiritual artifact he used for his opponents, yet in Chu Fengmian's mouth, it had become mere broken spiritual artifacts.
"Boy, don't get smug!"
Mu Shao looked at Chu Fengmian with a gaze full of disdain.
Although he hadn't anticipated Chu Fengmian to reverse the situation, even if he was truly gambling, he wasn't afraid. He was certain of victory; otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to gamble with Chu Fengmian voluntarily.
"This wager needs a witness. Ancient Emperor Songzhu, could I trouble you?"
Chu Fengmian suddenly spoke to Ancient Emperor Songzhu beside him.
This wager was about to bet everything Mu Shao had, and Chu Fengmian was worried that Mu Shao might renege on the agreement.
"Sure."
Upon hearing Chu Fengmian's words, Ancient Emperor Songzhu merely nodded calmly.
