Qingluan subconsciously reached for her oiled-paper umbrella at the sight, but her pride forbade her from going back on her word or reneging on a bet.
Stowing his Soul-Slicing Saber, Lin Chuan grabbed the oiled-paper umbrella, swept his Divine Sense over it, nodded in satisfaction, and casually prepared to erase Qingluan's Divine Sense from it.
"Hold on, Lin—if you've got the guts, bet with me again!" Qingluan suddenly blurted out.
Chapter 1116