Seeing this, Qingluan instinctively reached to grab her oil-paper umbrella, but her pride forbade her from going back on her word and welshing on a wager.
After stowing away his Soul-Slicing Saber, Lin Chuan grabbed the oil-paper umbrella, swept his Divine Sense across it, nodded in satisfaction, and casually prepared to erase Qingluan's Divine Sense from it.
Just then, Qingluan suddenly spoke up. "Lin, you bastard! Do you dare make another wager with me?"
Chapter 1115