"Really?" Zhuge Yuan's eyes immediately lit up.
"A gentleman's word is his bond!" The master finished speaking, pulled out a writing brush, and quickly started drawing on the black clay jar on the wall.
In just a few breaths, the master reached out and plucked the black clay jar bound by an iron cage and placed it in front of Zhuge Yuan. "You have six days. If you can find a way to make this thing retreat, you win."
The master left, leaving Zhuge Yuan with Ding Yuhua and Lu Mingke staring at the black clay jar inside the cage.
Nearby, fellow classmates gloated. "Bets with the master, you've got guts. Whether you win or lose, you're in trouble!"
"No way, the master isn't that petty," Zhuge Yuan was also intrigued at this moment. He excitedly ran into the private school, grabbed an oil lamp, and started looking for solutions in the books.
