"What do you mean?" Mo Xian frowned, eyeing Mu Tang with a critical and appraising look.
"From now until dawn, if the pack of wolves leaves, you win, disciple. If the pack doesn't leave, I win, Master." Mu Tang's eyes narrowed into slits, the corners of her lips curving upward in a half-smile as she looked at Mo Xian with a thoroughly cunning expression.
"Fine. But what if I lose? What if I win?" Mo Xian agreed, her voice tinged with hesitation. At least Mu Tang had no intention of climbing down to fight the wolves barehanded, which brought Mo Xian a measure of relief. Frowning, Mo Xian weighed the odds—it was a fifty-fifty chance either way. Why did she suddenly feel like she was digging a hole and jumping right into it? If she had just let Mu Tang climb down to fight the wolves, she might have at least gotten to watch an exciting spectacle of human versus beast.
Chapter 121