At this moment.
Feng Jian felt utterly humiliated. Losing two consecutive rounds had already filled him with rage, and now he was being mocked and insulted by Chen Yuan.
"If you admit your mistake and apologize to me now, I might forgive you and pardon your ignorance."
Chen Yuan looked at Feng Jian, whose face was flushed, and spoke casually.
"You..."
Feng Jian glared at Chen Yuan.
There was no way a noble disciple of the Feng Family would bow down to the heir of a declining orthodoxy.
Even if the Array Yang Sect hadn't fallen into decline, Feng Jian still wouldn't bow his head. The Feng Family was thriving now. If he bowed, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the Feng Family's reputation?
"You set up the gamble, but now you can't afford to wager, just admit your mistake quickly."
Chen Yuan waved his hand impatiently and said.
Everyone was looking at Feng Jian, indeed it was him who initiated the gamble, and now that he couldn't make the wager, the fault was indeed his.
