Zhou Qingfang smiled. "Since Brother Feng has such interest, Zhou will naturally accompany you. How shall we bet?"
"We will bet on when they lose. Whoever is closest to the correct answer wins."
Zhou Qingfang pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Then I will bet that they can end it in half a quarter of an hour."
The Feng family ancestor smiled. "Brother Zhou is truly confident. Then I will bet one quarter of an hour. If the time exceeds half a quarter, then Feng wins."
"Seniors, may this junior participate?" Wentian suddenly said.
The Feng family ancestor and Zhou Qingfang both turned their gazes toward him, showing surprise.
"Youngster, you truly want to participate? First take out a high-grade magic artifact and let us see."
Wentian smiled slightly.
The next moment, a high-grade flying sword flew out one after another and hovered beside him.
This was merely Wentian's travel magic artifact.
