"Swordsmen dueling in the Upper Three Realms—I'll bet five thousand on that," said Fu Donghai.
"Forget it, five hundred is five hundred." Something was better than nothing; a win would still net four thousand middle-grade Spirit Stones. Free money, who would turn it down?
In the VIP seats, the masters of several sword-dueling palaces who had come along with Xu Yan suddenly shifted their conversation from the day's topic to the wager between the Long and Sun families.
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