Lin Ming said, "There's no need to provoke me. It's pointless. I'll ask just one thing: what's the wager?"
"Cousin, don't agree to it!" Lin Fengyuan interjected. Facing Zhang Cang, her presence seemed somewhat weak.
Lin Ming waved his hand, signaling that he had it under control.
"True Essence Stones, of course. If you lose, those ten True Essence Stones are mine. If I lose, heh heh, I'll give you twenty!"
"Alright. You said I could choose the time and place. I choose the Martial Arts Arena. As for the time, let's make it one month from now, at Noon."
"One month?" Zhang Cang was stunned. He hadn't expected Lin Ming to set the date so far in the future. 'But it doesn't matter how long he waits; it will be useless. With his pitiful Third-Grade talent, the longer he drags this out, the wider the gap between us will become.'
