"You!!"
Feng Jian's face turned icy as he said, "You're overestimating yourself! You actually want ten million Xuan Coins!"
"That's just because you're worthless, don't compare your value to mine."
Chen Yuan chuckled and said to Feng Jian, "If you're too poor to come up with that, then don't gamble. Or, you could wager your arms and legs instead."
Hearing this, Feng Jian trembled with anger. As the sixth young master of the Feng Family, there was no way he'd wager his limbs against someone as good as dead like Chen Yuan. For him, wealth was but a mere external possession.
"Given my expertise as a Stone Master, as long as I speak up, numerous sects and families would invite me into their homes. If you can't come up with the money, fine, I'll lower my demand a little, to nine million Xuan Coins..."
"Of course, if the prestigious Feng Family can't even come up with nine million Xuan Coins, then don't embarrass yourself. No need to speak of betting if you're just a poor wretch."
