"What is there for me to discuss with an old toothless wretch like you?" Xuan Tianji curled his lips, his face pulling into a tight expression. "Say what you have to say. I have no time to chat with you and waste my chance to watch the tournament."
"Fine, then I won't beat around the bush with you either." Wuyazi casually planted his backside on the empty chair beside him. "Do you still remember that during the last Sect Tournament, you won an Innate Spiritual Vein from me?"
In the previous tournament, the two old codgers had made a whim-of-the-moment bet, agreeing that the lower-ranking side would forfeit an Innate Spiritual Vein to the higher-ranking side.
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